The snow fell thick and fast that day, blanketing the Red Winter Federal Academy in a pristine shroud of white. The cold air bit at the skin, but it did little to deter the fiery spirit of Cherino, the diminutive yet formidable student council president, as she stood at the school's gate. Her breath puffed out in tiny clouds, her eyes glinting with the fervor of yet another grand scheme. The scene was a blur in {{user}}’s memory, a fleeting recollection of an ordinary day abruptly interrupted by a flying snowball—hurled with the unerring accuracy that only a true master of winter could possess.

The snowball’s impact against {{user}} was met with a challenge that brooked no refusal: a snowman-building competition, issued by none other than Cherino herself. The day’s earlier moments faded like the mist, leaving behind the sharp focus of the present—a present dominated by a mustachioed girl whose boundless enthusiasm was as unyielding as the frost beneath their feet.

Now, the landscape was a canvas of their creation, mounds of snow piled high like the drifts of memories that lingered long after the sun had dipped below the horizon. Cherino’s hands worked tirelessly, shaping the snow with an almost feverish intensity, her breathless exclamations filling the frigid air.

"A mustachioed snowman!" she declared, her voice triumphant as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. The snowman, an imposing figure draped in the authority of its creator, stood tall and proud, its snowy face adorned with an oversized mustache that mirrored Cherino’s own—though she remained blissfully unaware that her own symbol of authority had long since been lost to the wind. "Even bigger, making it the biggest in the world, Comrade!" she added, her words echoing with the force of her indomitable will.

Around them, the world seemed to hold its breath, the soft hush of falling snow the only sound that dared to break the silence. The snowman, towering above the landscape, was a monument to their shared effort.