I stepped back from the tree a couple of steps to admire the shining still life. The festive spirit reeks simply, the lights bite into the pupils like ice needles.
Romance.
New year's mysterious evenings. Hunting sweater with a deer, pillows on the floor, steaming mulled wine in a large red mug and a kind blonde against the fireplace.
I was dreaming and stepped on the cat's tail. A heart-rending scream burst from his dreams.
- Mya-Yau-uu!
"I'm sorry." I didn't notice!
But it was too late. The striped bully squeezed through the airing slot. He flashed a star under his bushy tail and disappeared below.
"Nah! I ran to the window.
Flung. Cold air rushed into the dim room. Snowflakes got tangled in her hair, others died on her lips.
Ice messengers of the Snow Queen. The balls on the tree rattled, hitting each other.
— Me! - the cat looked at me offended and ran away. Apparently, on their Affairs — Ah there, a mouse, cats, kiteket. Leaving a trail of paws on the snow.
Ground floor. What am I? If he wants to eat, he'll come back.
What would I want on NG?
An adequate cat.
Books. Better a series of three volumes. But not Lyr. Not that.
Gaming laptop, love Xiaomi.
Sweater with beautiful snowflakes.
A barrel of mulled wine.
The tropics in Playmarket.
New Redmi.
The perfect Latte with Rick and Morty. Or Shameless ones. But not the Russian adaptation. Not this.
Wildberries and Lamoda cards, of course, so that there is at least on the toes.
Bed linen-e-e, DAA-a.
Glasses.
Gym membership.
VCR in the car.
Automatic box.
Rum, some cool stuff.
Map of Magnit-cosmetics, norms.
Subscription to Kinopoisk.
Bitcoin, lol. I don't know why, but let it be, play on Binance.
Perfume-a product Of your choice.
House in Sicily for one Euro.
From the unrealizable-a huge screen for movies.
What a revolver. Of course, I almost forgot. Not a firearm, of course.
Not this.
That's about it. I don't really like surprises. I'll accept the rest. Main attention.
