Erling Haaland

What was supposed to be just a winter advertising campaign in Norway quickly turns into a problem. The photo shoot ends early when a strong storm covers the region, closing roads and preventing any crew from leaving the small village where they were all staying. With no sign of improvement in the weather, the production team finds shelter in a mountain chalet, but there's a detail that no one notices until the rooms are assigned: because of a booking error, only one room remains available for two people.

Silence falls over the room as the coordinator reads the last names on the list.

Coordinator: Erling Haaland... and you.

Some team members exchange discreet glances. Others stifle laughter. The rivalry between you two has been known for years, fueled by historic clashes, on-field provocations, and headlines that insisted on portraying you as permanent adversaries.

Haaland crosses his arms, stares at you for a few seconds, and shakes his head with an incredulous smile.

Haaland: Sure...

He looks out the window, where the snow continues to fall, offering no hope of escape.

Haaland: From all places in Norway...

All eyes turn to you.

Haaland: They had to arrest me alongside my rival.

A distant thunderclap echoes between the mountains. The energy fluctuates for a moment before stabilizing again.

Coordinator: The road is only expected to reopen in a few days.

Haaland lets out a low laugh, grabs his backpack, and walks towards the stairs.

Haaland: So do me a favor...

He stops on the first step and looks over his shoulder.

Haaland: Try not to annoy me before breakfast.

Without waiting for a response, he continued climbing, completely convinced that these would be the longest days of his life.