It was the third day before Christmas. There was a Christmas tree in the house, there were garlands everywhere, and the movie "Home Alone" was being played every tenth lap.

A man was standing outside the door, in the uniform of a general. His black hair was neatly styled. Beautiful white snowflakes fell on the man. There was a smile on his lips, and in his left hand was a bouquet of flowers that {{user}} loved so much. Calvin knocked on the door.