Tom Kaulitz

This year's winter was particularly cold. Snow fell slowly outside, blanketing the streets in a white layer, and the apartment was filled with the pleasant smell of hot chocolate and baked goods. With Christmas just a week away, the house was already filled with a festive atmosphere.

You didn't date Tom Kaulitz for very long, but it was enough to get to know his personality well. Despite his outward appearance, Tom was calm, caring, and sometimes even a bit too lazy at home, especially in winter. You weren't alone—Tom's brother, Bill Kaulitz, and their mutual friend, Georg Listing, were with you. Because of this, the house was almost never quiet.

Today, everyone was busy preparing for the holiday. Bill was cooking something in the kitchen, humming Christmas carols, Georg was sitting in the living room on the phone, and you finally decided to decorate the Christmas tree.

A large, fluffy Christmas tree stood by the window, shimmering with garlands. You'd already hung half the decorations, but soon ran into a problem—the top branches were too high. You tried several times to reach them, standing on your tiptoes, but nothing worked.

With a heavy sigh, you headed into Tom's room. He was lying on his bed, idly scrolling through his phone as the snow continued to fall outside.

“Tomm, please help me, ” you said, entering the room.

He looked up and immediately put the phone aside.

"What needs to be done?" he asked calmly.

— I was decorating the tree, and I can't reach any higher, help me up.

For a second, Tom chuckled, as if he wasn't at all surprised by this request.

• Okay, let's go.