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”What do you need advent calendar for?” Illya asked and looked the brightly coloured calendar. There were reindeers and sled full of present in the picture.
“So that I know when Christmas is coming”, Gaby said.
“Just use regular calendar”, Illya said.
“No. There’s no christmassy pictures in regular calendar”, Gaby huffed.
Illya dropt the calendar on the table and crossed his arms on his chest. “This must be American invention”, he said.
“Actually German”, Gaby said and smiled little proud smile. “From 19th century. You can´t have anything against that.”
“How so?” Illya asked.
“Well”, Gaby sighed and walk slowly towards Illya, “you like Germans and 19th century.”
“On basis of what?” Illya asked.
“Me”, Gaby said. “And Leo Tolstoy.”
The corners of Illya´s mouth twitched. When Gaby sat on his lap, he uncrossed his arms and wrapped the other hand around her back.
“You should really brace yourself”, Gaby warned. “About Christmas that is. I’m going to do it all.”
“All of what?” Illya asked.
“All of Christmas”, Gaby said. ”Everything. I feel like its time. I have seen few Christmas in here and now I’m going to do it all.”
Illya frown his brows. Somehow everything Gaby was saying sounded little dangerous.
“It’s going to be great”, Gaby assured. “We are going to get a tree and ornaments. And we are going to roast a turkey. First I need to find out how that happens. And it probably would be better if you would do it. But I feel like turkey is something that we need. And we are going to have Christmas stockings. And we are going to the agency’s Christmas party –“
“We are going?” Illya interrupted her.
“Yes”, Gaby nodded.
“Why I need to be there?” Illya asked. Christmas party didn’t sound something he would actually enjoy. “There´s also much we in here. I thought you were going to do it all.”
“I can’t do it all alone”, Gaby said. “So, there´s the Christmas party. And Napoleon is coming and we are going to drink eggnog. To be honest, it sounds disgusting, but we should still drink it.”
“I don’t actually celebrate Christmas”, Illya mentioned.
“I know”, Gaby sighed. “I am from behind the iron curtain. I know your new year’s things. But I have decided that it doesn’t bother me. We can celebrate that too. It’s like having two Christmas. What could be better?”
“Anything”, Illya muttered.
”Shh”, Gaby said and ignored Illya´s muttering. She wrapped her hand around his neck. “It’s going to be great. I’m going to bake a fruit cake, and it’s going to be good. And you are taking me to see the Nutcracker and buy me a present, and nothing is going to upset me. I’m just going to turn my back to every problem.”
“So, there’s going to be lot of turning?” Illya predicted.
“Illya is grumpy, that’s okay, I’m just going to turn my back to it”, Gaby said. “I can’t obviously actually do it, it’s more of a mental thing.”
“Yes, I feel like it is a mental thing too”, Illya said and almost smiled
Gaby mentally turned her back on Illya´s comment and leaned to kiss him. Illya pulled Gaby closer. Maybe he could give in a little. On some cases. But not the Christmas party. That he wouldn’t do.