The lodge door blew open, letting in a blast of cold air and powdery snow. A tall man wearing sunglasses stepped inside. His usual attire was covered in a voluminous parka.
"Ah, children." Sasha Nein surveyed the youngsters' decorations. "I thought I'd find you here. It's nice to see that you're at least decorating instead of melting your brains in the TV lounge."
A second snowball crashed through the same window as before. "Sorry!" Called the older boy again. Sasha looked at the new hole. The force of the snowball had made it almost perfectly round. "Oh dear." He said. "I'll have to have Ford fix that later."
What's that on your head? That's no hat. Maybe you could tell your hat to shut up. Or at least ask me the right questions. - Boyd