a long staircase saw Gerda. She stood leaning on the railing, pale, somehow tired, and looked at him indifferently. A strange man in a dark suit and high heels shoes came up to her, said something to the girl, she dutifully took his arm and both left.
Evan’s neck snorted warmly.

- Let's go to. She is not in herself, - Niin pushed her brother with her shoulder.

- I see. But I just need to kiss her, and everything will pass!

- For this we need to approach her. Come on.

They headed in the direction they took the musicians, but very quickly got lost. A couple of times in the dark corridors they stumbled upon a strange creature wrapped in a checkered rug. It loudly exclaimed, “Well, who builds like that! Who builds like that! ”And with moans hid in the back streets.

But nevertheless, Evan and his sister found the hall - it is true, they spent nearly two hours.
There were already guests, Evan looked around, looking for Gerd’s eyes, but she wasn’t ...
At that moment, Cassandra of Mallia entered the hall. The supreme witch, the head of the coven, was beautiful. So a snake can be beautiful among high grass, slow and deadly. So a blade can be beautiful - a second before someone’s heart pierces. Gerd stood behind her — in a scarlet silk dress, and Evan gritted his teeth — the color of the dress exactly repeated the color of Gerda’s dress that night in Samhain. He didn’t even immediately sense how people were trying to pull out of him - but Nein suddenly pressed herself against him, and the delusion disappeared. The witch’s lips curved into a smile.

- Evan Kai! Nice to welcome you here. Especially since I know that the conclave of bright magicians refused to invite.

“I ...” “I don’t think it is polite,” anxiously, in a surfer way, someone whispered in his ear. Evan coughed and continued. - I do not think that it is polite to refuse the invitation to such a distinguished person. And such a beautiful woman, - he bowed, and already wanted to kiss her hand, as someone whispered again, "do not take in head to touch her!"

“I think we will dance with you,” the Mallian girl smiled predatoryly, gesturing to the musicians with a wave of her hand.

Black-lipped Marilyn tightened it was dismal:

- Sweet Dreams Ar Made Of Zis,
Hu em ah that disagreea? - but he was unceremoniously interrupted. Neein jumped onto the stage and everyone froze - the very presence of the blue unicorn was impressive. In an unknown way, she managed to turn off the sound of the soloist's microphone, and make her play another tune.

- I declare Tango! Ladies invite gentlemen, gentlemen invite ladies! - the motive flew by the bewitching blizzard, and Nein sang.

- Das ist der Parisier Tango, Musia,
Hans Paris dance dizen tango, musie! - Evan knew that his sister had excellent vocal abilities. But that she was determined to sing the Avignon Nightingale, and even with such an eerie accent - he did not even expect it. The guests came to life - some already clung to each other in a hot dance of passion. And only Kassandra stood, her eyes wicked. And behind her stood Gerda, she stood and looked at Evan, not noticing that her bald little girl was pulling at her hand, repeating “Charming! Charming! "
Gerda stepped forward to meet Evan, but the Mallia barked:

- Stop!

- Go dear, go. Now is my time, ”said a strange man with a false beard. Evan grabbed Gerda by the arm and spun in the dance, while Cassandra stared at the bearded man.

- Who are you?

- Santa Claus! - he answered pointedly, looking at the dancers.

And Niin continued to vote:

- Tango, parisier tango,
“Ih schenke deere, Maine Hertz, Tango baima,” obeying her voice, the couples whirled, Evan pressed his beloved closer and closer. And finally - their lips met, the kiss dizzy guy, he pressed to his thin figure and frantically kissed the cold lips, until they flinch and warm. Her eyes opened wide, Gerda looked surprised at Evan.

- Where are you from here?

- Came here.

- I love you! - these words escaped the park from the lips of the girl. The music stopped, everyone froze, looking like frost covering the walls, icicles growing on the ceiling, threatening to collapse with ice daggers ... Evan took Gerda by the hand, warming his frozen fingers, and loudly announced:

- This is my bride!

- And this is my bride! - the bearded man imperiously pressed Cassandra to himself, who struggled, whispering:

- Get out! You gave her a heart! - and with each sound of her voice the ice shell grew more and more, the ice creaked louder and louder, threatening to collapse.

- Not your own! Because my heart has long been yours! - and also kissed her, under the battle hours, which counted out the last seconds of the year.
A strange figure in a checkered rug wandered into the hall.

- Lyudiii ... Lyudii! - to it jumped Niin.

- Listen, are you ifrit?

- I'm a genie!

- ABOUT! we need you!

- Weime, how cold, how bad, who builds like that, eh?

- Quiet. Once you are a genie - fulfill the desire.

- Tra. No more mage, I'm cold. Tra's desire, sweet peri-horse.

- Then - make everyone warm. And a holiday. Cover the tables and Christmas tree!

- Elka cover? This I do not know how.

- It is necessary to put the Christmas tree, and decorate. So, - Niin hoof painted a Christmas tree on the snow. How could.

- Sdelayu, all sdelayu, dear peri-horse. Th seconds sdelayu!

The first thing that people felt in the hall - blissful warmth. They stopped huddling together, looked around - the hall had changed. Instead of ice patterns - hot golden curls adorned the walls of the hall, and the spicy smells of oriental cuisine made the nostrils swell.
The table was huge. Oriental luxurious. And in the east it was covered on the floor. This did not bother anyone, however. And everyone rejoiced at the warmth, the fun, the decorated Christmas tree, congratulated the lovers.
And no one paid attention that the tree hovered in a transparent silhouette over the celebrants, as if painted by a child. Or hoof.