Новогодние конфеты.

In the morning, Anton was woken up not by the loud sound of the alarm clock, which Petrov had specially set for that day, but by the ticking of the notification on his phone. The boy was quite picky about extraneous, "technical" sounds, as Anton put it, and could easily jump up at midnight because an old refrigerator turned on. Petrov sleepily reached for his mobile phone, which was lying on the bedside table next to the bed. There was also a glass of cold water next to the phone, so as not to get up at night and not run to the kitchen in the dark. Having oriented and focused on the message, Anton realized that it was from Roma. The letter said that Anton was so-and-so, and that's putting it mildly - that Roma, poor, unhappy, jumped up early in the morning just to catch the school holidays, and Anton sleeps until lunch. After the message, an angry smiley appeared, which was painted not in the main yellow color, but in a red shade, and smoke was coming out of his nose in clouds. Petrov even found a similarity between a smiley face and a Pyatifan, which involuntarily caused a half-smile on his lips. Without responding to his friend's angry messages, Anton hurriedly jumped out of bed, looking for festive clothes with his eyes. After all, it's the school New Year holidays! Meanwhile, an unpleasant memory flashed through my head, connected with the onset of the New Year... - Where are you going, Tosha?- Suddenly, a blond head, carefully braided into two tight pigtails, appeared from behind the threshold of his room. - We have a holiday in honor of the New Year at school today, - said Anton, looking from the scattered things to his younger sister. She was paler than usual. Perhaps the sun's rays, which Olya almost never saw, affected her skin, or the fact that in winter she does not leave the house at all, except for school. After that incident, my sister got a stroller, on which Olya noisily drives around the house. Fortunately, the school gave in to the girl by making special aluminum rungs on the stairs, so it was not difficult for Olya to ride on the floors. - Have you forgotten? "It looks like it," Olya said confusedly, stroking her pigtails, after which she said sadly, lowering her white eyelashes: "Anyway, my mother won't let me go there. Anton bit his lip, feeling that he had screwed up. He was very sorry for his sister, because she stopped walking because of him. But they're not crazy, are they? Although... - Okay, get ready, little brother, - Olya smiled, turning the wheels of the stroller back.- I won't bother you. Petrov nodded silently, smiling tenderly at his sister. After the door slammed shut, Anton returned to his scattered clothes. *** - Less than a year has passed! Pyatifan growled angrily through his teeth, shivering from the cold. - What took you so long? You're going for three hours like a woman! - I dressed up prettier for your stupid holiday, ungrateful! Petrov barked indignantly, looking Roma up and down.- Also tell me that you weren't going to! - I was going to, but not before three hours! Roma barked angrily, thrusting his icy hands into his pockets. His cheeks and nose were reddened from the cold, and he stood on pins and needles, drawing patterns of footprints in the snow. Romka was really quite beautifully dressed. And what was terribly striking was not the sweatpants that were sitting on his legs. They were pure black, businesslike, without three white stripes and without the Adidas logo. Anton will definitely faint if there is a business black jacket behind the brunette's leather jacket, and not a cheap jacket from the fair. On his feet he had all the same worn-out sneakers that Romka wore last year and the year before, and probably the year before that... In general, it was not easy to guess, but they looked like ancient finds that stood in highly paid museums of the capital. Anton himself, no matter how hard he tried, dressed up, after all, weaker than Roma. His pale body was wearing a white shirt soaked through with washing powder, and trousers made of jeans, only dark in color. - Okay, let's go! Pyatifan commanded, grinning fervently, his eyebrows hungrily drawn down to the bridge of his nose.- Whoever is the last to come to school fulfills the winner's wish. - Oh, you!.. Anton cursed, missing the "start" of Pyatifan, who had already run about six feet from Petrov.- hey!.. Roman was much stronger than Anton in physical activity. Pyatifan often won prizes at competitions, especially in athletics, while Petrov sat on benches in the gym, which stood in the dustiest corner. Therefore, even now he cheerfully overtook the poor, already out of breath Anton, while also laughing, exposing snow-white fangs. Anton was already figuring out what kind of wish the athlete would come up with this time. The roads were slippery, not yet cleared of ice. Pyatifan slid in his shoes, as if on skates. His legs were giving way, which is why Petrov was noticeably lagging behind. Releasing clouds of warm steam from his mouth into the frosty air, the exhausted Anton literally groaned at the turn. - Rum... I hate it!.. And Roma was already standing on the frosted gray steps of the school, smiling maliciously with all his twenty-four teeth. His hat was slightly knocked off, revealing tousled short hair. Pyatifan was also breathing raggedly, his chest moving in time with the exiting steam. He leaned his shoulder against a stone pillar with his arms crossed over his chest. - Well, athlete? The boy said mockingly, arching an ironic eyebrow.- You were a good opponent. "Fuck you," the blond man swore, barely recovering his ragged breathing.- Well, make your wish! "Later," Romka snapped, grabbing his friend by the collar of his jacket, which made him suddenly shudder.- Come on, the holiday has begun in full, kapusha. The boys opened the wooden doors, and the heat quickly covered them, like a shock wave from a nuclear bomb. The screams of small children, the laughter of girls, the trampling, the fuss of teachers and leaders of the holiday, the dissatisfaction of parents were heard everywhere, from afar, from the assembly hall, muffled New Year's music playing from buggy speakers could be heard. All this mixed into one continuous unintelligible hum, from which I wanted to plug my ears, but at the same time it lifted the festive mood. There was not even a living place left in the assembly hall itself. Everyone was pushing, kicking, crowding around the tall fluffy Christmas tree in the center of the room. The air was saturated with some sugary sweets and the forest. Anton did not even imagine how he would enter the raging crowd, when suddenly a confident warm palm wrapped around his arm, which caused a storm of goosebumps all over his body. "I know where we can get to," Romka flashed his eyes slyly, "and at the same time see all the delights of the holiday: the Christmas tree and the stage. - How?- Petrov opened his eyes wide, not imagining what Pyatifan could come up with. My heart was pounding wildly, as if from fear, and my stomach was twisting slightly. Are they butterflies? Without answering anything, Pyatifan pulled his friend in the opposite direction from the hall, which made Anton doubt the correctness of the decision to follow Roma's lead. - At the same time, you will fulfill my wish, athlete.