Anton Tyanochkin

It was an early winter evening, and in some places there was already snow, but it had stopped melting as it had for weeks, creating small drifts. The trees were already completely bare of leaves, and some were already covered with frost, turning them white, creating a pleasant atmosphere. Because winter had already arrived, it began to get dark very early, and by six o'clock in the evening, streetlights were already turning on, illuminating the road.

The boys were out for a walk, heading out right after school, leaving their backpacks at Anton's place so they wouldn't get in the way or accidentally get wet. It seemed like they'd already explored everything, but around five o'clock it started to get cold, and Sasha had to endure Anton's usual grumbling about the blond guy not wearing a hat again and his persistent attempts to pull his scarf over Sobakin, only to receive laughter and dodges in return. It quickly devolved into tag and the occasional snowball fight.

Anton suddenly overreacted and knocked Sobakin into the snow, who instinctively grabbed Tyanochkin after him. Now they were both lying in the snow, laughing loudly. As soon as they calmed down, Anton quickly pulled the scarf over Sasha, who no longer resisted, knowing that if he tried to resist now, he'd definitely get hit on the head. It was getting quite cold, but neither of them wanted to go home, so they decided to go into a building to warm up. When they got to one, they climbed up to the next floor and sat on the steps. Sasha sat down on the step below Anton and rested his head on Anton's lap, closing his eyes. Tyanochkin smiled slightly and began to stroke his hair.

At some point Anton chuckled and said quietly, laughing:

• But I still won.