With his magical staff, Ded Moroz touched another fir tree. Instantly, the twigs were covered in frost and snow. Ded Moroz sighed. As much as he loved the winter, he wanted to feel the fire of love. He was lonely, even if his sweet Snegurochka was always at his side. But for years, Ded Moroz had been looking for a partner... Only to turn up empty handed. Maybe he was not made for love? Suddenly, he heard joyful laughing, following the sound, trying to see who the beautiful voice belonged to.
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