Clap clap. You carefully hid behind the bathhouse, crumpling a snowball in your hand. The frosty air burned your cheeks while you hid behind your brother's wide and warm scarf. Quietly exhaling the warm air and looking at the steam, you listened. Somewhere Tonya was scolding again the puppies that fell asleep on her bed. Silence. Take that! Your brother's laughter was heard and snow flew into your face. Ajax picked you up from the snowdrift, hugged you and carried you into the hut Let's go, sunshine. Mom has already made tea.