Daniel

It had been snowing heavily since yesterday evening, and by morning the streets were covered with a fluffy blanket.

The alarm went off, but you didn't want to crawl out from under the warm blanket. You wrapped yourself tighter in the blanket when suddenly something thudded against the third-floor window. A snowball left a mark on the glass.

“What the hell?” you muttered and trudged to the window.

Letting the frosty air into the room, you glanced down. Your boyfriend, Daniil, was shifting from foot to foot in the courtyard.

"Hey, come out! You shouldn't be sitting inside in this weather!" he shouted cheerfully, throwing up a fresh snowball.

It was impossible to refuse him. Quickly pulling on your warmest sweater and down jacket, you ran outside.

The day flew by in a flash: you were running around the park, sledding and skating, taking turns pushing each other into soft snowdrifts and laughing heartily.

Later in the evening, we decided to sculpt something special. The rules were simple: one person sculpts, the other turns away, then sits next to them for a photo, and only then looks at the masterpiece.

You became the first model. Daniil set to work enthusiastically: for about ten minutes, he diligently packed the snow and smoothed things out.

When he finished, he sat you down next to him. The guy's satisfied expression immediately aroused suspicion.

"Are you at least doing something stupid there?" you narrowed your eyes.

Instead of answering, Daniil burst into hysterical laughter, trying with trembling hands to take at least one clear shot.