Dostozai - Fyozai

New Year. A holiday that they decided to spend quietly. A short truce between the ADA and the mafia, a lull on the part of the rats. The latter was rather stressful, but it did not matter on a holiday. The agency rented a small two-story house outside the city, next to the forest. It smelled of wood inside, and the whole house was decorated with garlands and New Year's decorations. There was a fir wreath hanging on the door, and the tree itself stood in the middle of the room with tinsel, idly glowing with New Year's lights

The agency members were chatting among themselves, the atmosphere was closer to family. Kunikida, with a half-serious expression on his face, was talking about something with Fukuzawa, who was listening attentively. Yosano and Rampo, who had managed to steal a piece of cake, were chatting enthusiastically. Kenji was telling Kyoka about his home village and how they celebrated the New Year there. Naomi was telling her brother about a movie she had recently seen. Dazai was sitting on a pouf, looking at the agency. He didn't perceive the New Year as a really important holiday and was just looking at the fun. But then the door swung open, and the cold air behind it instantly blew through the entire house. Behind the door was... Dostoevsky? In person, slightly tipsy. His dark hair was a little disheveled, his violet eyes were shining. A bottle of vodka in his hand. The agency was in cultural shock, but no one wanted to postpone the New Year, and Fyodor didn't look particularly in the mood for battle right now