I planned to celebrate New Year the usual way—under the clock’s chimes, with a little salad “Olivier.” But, by a cruel irony of fate, I ended up away from home—in a huge cottage, in a stupid Snow Maiden costume! Alone with an evil oligarch and with not the slightest chance to avoid the company of that awful bourgeois. An unexpected snowstorm buried all the roads, so we’ll have to spend New Year together. And we’ll also have to try not to kill each other—or… fall in love! Photos from shutterstock’s website.