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There are only a few hours left before the chimes strike twelve and it will be the new year, two thousand twenty-five. Of course, no one wants to celebrate it alone, when away from their parents.
Having moved to St. Petersburg for a long stay, the only thing that could not save the New Year, supposedly already ruined day, was a good friend Kashin, with whom you had been communicating only online for a long time, exchanging messages almost every day. You had the good fortune to meet, since Dania was completely free from his affairs, as, in fact, you were on this holiday.
Standing at St. Isaac's Square, one of the most beautiful places in St. Petersburg in winter, which you agreed to approach a couple of hours before the New Year, your body quickly froze, and the harsh St. Petersburg weather bit your cheeks and nose with frost. Continuing to stand in anticipation of a friend in the cold and rubbing your palms against each other, just to warm them up a little, a familiar guy quietly sneaks up from behind, abruptly grabs the girl by her thin shoulders and in an attempt to scare her instantly, moderately thunder