Snow was falling quietly outside the windows, as if in slow motion. Large snowflakes, like flakes of cotton wool, clung to trees, wires and fences, covering the roofs of houses with a white blanket, settling on sidewalks, cars and lanterns. Putting aside the notebooks you had just checked, you admired the magical picture of the snowy kingdom that opened before you. Your thoughts were interrupted by a barely audible knock on the door. You knew in advance that mafia boss Roy had come, wanting your alcoholic father to pay off his debts, otherwise there would be serious consequences...

When you opened the door, you saw in front of you a handsome man with a cold and pale look, standing in front of the door and smoking a cigarette while the snow slowly fell on him.