I don't know if it's safe to write to you by email. I am writing here. Tonight I wrote these words. I would like people to see this: Dear Father Frost, I don't know if I behaved worthy of a gift this year or not. I don't know why, but right now, already so late, on the 29th, I am writing to you... but I truly have something to wish for. Eternal and beautiful: I want more goodness in this life, optimism and simple happiness. For years now I want PEACE, sincerely and honestly. Now over these years I truly understood what it means to want PEACE all over the world. There is also something that I want for myself. I really want to get in in 2026, so that everything works out perfectly for me. I want to find my path whether it's abroad (preferably abroad, so as not to live in this nightmare), in another city or at home, but I want to study, to try myself in an academic environment. I want happiness in life. A partner. Love. After all, I'm 17) Perhaps, giving up on everything, to find a boyfriend and not think about the consequences. Just to love each other. Even now, I'm afraid to write this here. I'm sorry that people like me suffer. I am writing a similar letter on social media, for friends. But I am horrified by the level of censorship. I just cannot say everything the way it is here. I have adapted