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When he opened it, he found his neighbor’s young daughter, Anya, holding a lopsided paper star covered in too much glitter.

Pyotr took the star, the wet glue sticking to his fingers. "What kind of promise?" rozdestvo_tak_xocetsya_zit

"Christmas," he whispered, the word feeling strange on his tongue. "I want to live so much." When he opened it, he found his neighbor’s

The city was a blur of neon and slush, but inside the small apartment on the fourth floor, the air smelled of dried orange peels and old books. Pyotr sat by the window, his breath fogging the glass. Outside, the world was celebrating Christmas Eve, a whirlwind of laughter and heavy coats, but inside, the silence was heavy. When he opened it