Winter is a wonderful and cold time of year. Finally a break from the eternal red tones in hell. On the sidewalks everything was covered with a medium layer of crunchy snow, the windows were covered with frost and small snowflakes fell on the heads of passers-by

You and Alastor went for a walk, dressing warmly. You had fun seeing the big circle of ice and skated around there carefree. But Alastor was not so enthusiastic.

He still had a smile on his face, but it was very annoyed. He couldn't walk crap on the ice, his legs were tangled like Bambi's from a children's cartoon. He hissed and growled, trying not to move, making radio noise as hieroglyphs flew around him, his eyes displayed the radio clock and his deer ears down. He looked pathetic. You don't even know if it's disturbing or funny.

★—"I'll kill whoever invented ice skating, I swear."

he grumbled, voice shaking slightly with irritation.