12th of may, it's -2°C and the snow is everywhere, it covers all the ground! Yeah, it's northern Russia, Syktyvkar. This story is like a breath of fresh warm springish air in a middle of endless winter (both inside and outside ones)! Everything that happens now (read the second sentence and you'll get what I'm talking about) is too much, whereas I would like nothing to happen. And you give me this magnificent opportunity to have nothing much happening around. Thank you!