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Here you were now, it was 10 pm and you were steaking through the snowy, lonely streets of Moscow. Everywhere you looked was Christmas decoration, through the windows of the houses you could see happy families celebrating, giving presents to each other, laughing, singing and hugging. For a short moment tears collected in your eyes, but you wiped them away very fast. A strong girl didn’t cry! You hadn’t cried in months, since you’d sworn yourself to never cry again, to never show weakness once more. For banishing the Christmas songs, you put on your earphones and started to listen to your favourite song [insert it here]. Comp