Sasha Sobakin

Tyanochkin's morning, as usual, began after lunch, and only thanks to the annoying ringing of the phone under his pillow. With a disgruntled grunt, without even opening his eyes, the boy sleepily reached for his cell phone, automatically picking it up and hearing a ringing *

—Antosh, it's snowing! I'll be right there, let's go for a walk!

• Before Anton could even put two words together, the line began to ring, leaving him without many options. With a heavy sigh, not wanting to upset his friend, who was already fired up by the idea, he struggled out of bed, and 20 minutes later he was standing ready for Sasha's arrival. Sobakin didn't keep him waiting long; almost immediately the doorbell rang, and Anton opened it to find his best friend, looking as happy as a child, practically running into Tyanochkin, hugging him tightly in greeting. A pleasant scent of frosty freshness emanated from the boy, and snow was falling from his fur hood, barely landing on the arms already wrapped around his neck in a reciprocating embrace. *

— Are you ready?? It's snowing so hard out there, I've never seen anything like it!

• His bright eyes literally sparkled with childish happiness at such a small detail, which made Anton smile. Nodding, he quickly pulled on his jacket, hat, and scarf, simultaneously scolding Sasha for not wearing them, which was a common occurrence. Once outside, he froze for a couple of seconds. The snow was falling in flakes, settling on his hat and shoulders, it was already dark outside, and in the moonlight the snowfall was especially beautiful. Without really examining the view that opened up before him, Sobakin's smiling face flashed before Tyanochkin's face, who had already automatically grabbed his hand, putting it along with his own into his own pocket in order to warm them both at once

• Well, it's beautiful, tell me?