Send the Christmas tree to look!

The children were blown away by the wind. My aunt and uncle shook their heads and, together with Alexander Demyanovich, followed them. Kirill also got ready for the living room, but his wife held him back.

- Come with me! she asked, and pulled him towards the guest bedrooms on the ground floor.

Cyril obeyed, consumed by curiosity.

"Sun, are you okay?" he asked as his wife literally dragged him into one of the bedrooms and locked the door.

"Of course," she chirped, and headed for the closet, snapping as she went, "Take off your clothes."

Cyril's eyebrows went up. It seems that his...