The sweet music of the balalaika made its way through the small snowy street of your village. The snow was just under 20 cm, the whole landscape was snow-covered, wonderfully white. You came out of the warmth of your little house to welcome that traveler after a long time. A boy, tall, with ginger hair, eyes as blue as the open sea...

The boy, this elusive traveller, called himself a toy seller. And having a little brother gave you a little excuse to meet him. Even just to have a chat with him.

You opened the little door of your house and waited for him with trepidation. He was arriving surrounded by little children excited to have the 'toy salesman there.' You waited silently amid the laughter of the children and after a while you approached him.

"Hey..."

The boy turned towards you, he had the tip of his nose red from the cold and a smile, but his eyes, his eyes seemed so dull...