Horny earmuffs and Xmas sweater with a carrot

Chapter 3

Notes*

No doubt, when planning this short story I was thinking of Olaf and Sven.

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Once on the porch, Pete takes a few seconds to catch his breath after a quick run down the stairs. His gaze falls on a sign illuminated by a lantern:

Workshop of Mr. Claus

What the fuck?.. A couple of hours ago it was written that this is the child shelter ... what the fuck?

Oh... I see, Pete slaps his forehead,  this is probably for tomorrow's performance. They decided to surprise the guests from the threshold and set them up for a real Christmas fairy tale.

Who else would set up a true fairy tale to Pete?

In fact, when Vegas said that Pete was in such a hurry for the holiday, he was completely wrong. Pete doesn't have manuy to celebrate Christmas with. However, as well as the New Year.

Damn... it's fucking freezing!.. It's like being at the North Pole! And the snow is blowing in the eyes!..

The night blizzard really is ferocious, it seems, stronger than the evening one. Pete is shaking: the jacket is thin, not designed for such a long stay in the merciless snow storm.

I would be sitting in the warmth right now.... idiot!.. And you're an idiot too, Vegas, if you still haven't understood anything!

Pete begins to feel like he got inside a glass snow globe and someone is constantly having fun shaking this toy, and Pete's legs are about to be higher than his head. He doesn't know where to go, he didn't have any clear plan when he was running away from Vegas. Everything was on the verge of emotions and out of terrible resentment. Eyelashes are stuck together, fingers are numb and can not be felt on either hands or feet. Pete is eager to burst into tears, just like a little kid, but the tears freeze on his eyelashes.

"Pete!.."

If these are not auditory hallucinations, then somewhere out there, in the thick of the snow, Vegas is calling him.

"Pete!.. Oh Pete!..

He is scooped up in an armful and, frozen, stumbling over snowdrifts, is led back.

The face is bathed in warmth. The skin tingles — a sure sign that the blood is circulating intensively to "revive" the body.

"Well, where did you go, huh? You're my little fool!"

"I'm a big guy," Pete sniffs, trying to suck back the current snot, "we're the same age…"

"Yeah,"  Vegas holds his nose with a paper tissue, "come on!"

Pete blows his nose awkwardly, not knowing where to put his eyes, running them around and noticing that Vegas has brought him back to the room.

"Y-you... you didn't learn your words, did you?.."

Vegas crumples and throws away the paper tissue, takes off Pete's jacket and shoes, and then hugs him tightly:

"My crazy little snowman, why did you run away from me, huh?"

"And why did you do that? Two years ago…"

"Mm. That's it… Pete," Vegas fits diagonally with him on two shifted beds, "yes, I was a fool... the same as you are now... maybe even worse."

<tab>Pete grins softly into his neck, starting to feel his own lips coming to life:

"Really?.."