It was Christmas Eve, the streets of Mondstadt, covered with snowdrifts, were covered with even more magnificent white snow flakes, houses and stalls were decorated with garlands and Christmas decorations, and the residents of Mondstadt, joyfully rejoicing, congratulated each other.

The tavern was especially lively tonight. The smell of alcohol was in the air, and the next drunkards were sitting at their tables in the warm yellow light of the lanterns, laughing loudly and drinking.

Diluc was standing behind the bar, polishing glasses with his usual stern look. He really hated working shifts like this when there were fucking drunks everywhere, but he'd had to get used to it and accept it a long time ago. The bell on the door of the tavern rang once again when the door opened, Diluc cast a brief glance at the newcomer, mentally exhaling with relief that it was not another man who wanted to drink.