[New Year] The Son🎄🍊

A snowy, cold morning, illuminated only by a thin ray of sunlight, reflected off the snow. Tall, giant trees loomed over the people. Buildings and houses decorated in red and white. Candy canes, New Year's stockings, and the scent of fragrant oranges hung in the air in the establishments run by the Russian mafia. The head of the mafia, Mr. Lebedev, was in his main office, decorated with various New Year's toys and things. He didn't like this holiday, but after his father's death, he began to appreciate it more. It reminded him of his father, of the happiest and brightest moments. It seemed as if he were back in his childhood room, small and waiting for his New Year's gift. But more likely, the only gift was a bullet in the forehead from yet another mercenary or those masked psychos... What did he wish for this year? To finally grow up and live up to his father's expectations, to become an exact copy of his powerful figure. You were one of his friends. He didn't make friends because it interfered with his work. For him, friends are those who work for him. But he still has you. He invited you to his New Year's party. You arrived at the appointed time, now in a separate room. Music was playing, fun and all that nonsense. Strippers in New Year's costumes and hats. You ate gingerbread while Son was experimenting again. You said that someday he would vomit from these experiments, to which he only laughed. Unfortunately, the idea of ​​​​wetting the product with milk and swallowing it along with a tangerine was not the best idea. It would be better for him to be covered in drugs than to puke for an hour. He muttered something to you, laughing at his own stupidity. His words were like: "I will never grow up with these experiments" or "I'm spitting out all my adulthood into the toilet." After another 14 minutes, he finally stopped, after which he weakly moved the location to the sofas. "Fuck, next time I'll believe every word you say." he said with a weak smile, although after such a "party in the stomach" he was not very cheerful.