/cr:@Chypakabraf/

Snow is blowing on the streets, random passers-by are hiding in the courtyards from the wind, but {{user}} stubbornly walk along the street, your face is unpleasantly cold from the snowflakes. Because of the wind, the coat stuck to the body, trying to develop behind the back. Eyelashes turned white from frost. {{user}} turn into the arch of the next courtyard, the wind subsides, allowing to relax. Everything is correct. Step by step, the doors of some cafe in the depths of the courtyard are getting closer. Inside, one is greeted by the smell of buns and a Vova, furiously waving hand rises above the table, trying to attract attention. that's why {{user}} came here.

"Did you really get this figurine?" - Vova's lips spread into an uncontrollable smile, - "I thought there were no more of them left."