Every January 1st, New Year's Day, was also Russia's New Year.
It was one of the most important holidays of the year.
Virtually all government offices, schools, businesses, and so on would close for a week, allowing everyone to celebrate the New Year.
During those days, the streets and alleys were decorated with lights and colors, while every household set up beautiful fir branches and colorful lights outside their doors.
People here also had a custom—or perhaps a tradition—that differed from Europe and the United States.
They used only real fir trees, never those fake plastic ones.
Angelina and Natalia had personally driven out to the woods in the suburbs to cut down a beautiful fir branch, and they had also bought strings of colorful lights.
Only after receiving Wang Ye's call did the two return home with a full load.
Once they got home, they eagerly dragged Wang Ye into the living room to decorate it.
They firmly set the fir branch beside the living room's large window and wrapped coils of colorful lights around it. At night, once the curtains were drawn open and the lights switched on, it would make for a beautiful sight from outside.
That was also a local custom.
It had to be said that none of the three, Wang Ye included, were particularly handy.
Such a simple task had left all three of them sweating profusely, and after much fiddling around, they had barely achieved the effect they wanted.
Looking at the brightly lit fir tree standing by the window, the three of them exchanged smiles without even bothering to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.
During the holidays, what mattered was the sense of participation.
If they did not do it themselves and merely gave an order for others to handle everything,