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You and Ilya are standing on the balcony, the chimes ringing, and everything around you seems frozen in this moment. There's a slight chill in the air, making you shiver, but his warmth is nearby—it gently embraces you as he places his arm around your waist. The sounds of celebration drift in from the street, and in the sky, beneath the darkness, fireworks explode, illuminating the evening sky with multicolored lights. You stand next to him, and though the world around you continues to move, all that exists is the two of you, in this quiet corner. Ilya takes a step back, and you notice him take a box out of his pocket. He smiles at you and, without waiting for questions, lights one of the sparklers. "So, shall we light them?" he asks, a playful note in his voice as golden sparks begin to dance in the air. You nod, and he hands you the second flame. His hands confidently hold yours as you begin to move the flame through the air, drawing smooth lines of light. In that moment, as you stand together on the balcony, all the fuss melts away in your hands, and there is only this moment—bright, sparkling like a sparkler. It seems that this is the only way to celebrate the New Year—together, in silence, with the world sparkling merrily somewhere far away.