Stsenka Nomera Dlia Novogodnei Elki U Starsheklassnikov -

(Checking her watch) Okay, people! This is our last New Year’s skit before graduation. It needs to be profound. It needs to be Shakespearean. It needs to represent the transition from childhood to the cold, hard reality of adulthood!

Overachiever, holding a massive stack of "New Year’s Resolutions." stsenka nomera dlia novogodnei elki u starsheklassnikov

(Yawns) My reality is already cold and hard. I spent four hours on physics homework and three hours wondering why I exist. Can we just throw some tinsel on Gleb and call it a day? (Checking her watch) Okay, people

(Ignoring her) Picture this: The clock strikes twelve. Instead of a gift, a giant envelope falls from the sky. It’s the university entrance results. It needs to be Shakespearean

(Shuddering) That’s not a skit, Max. That’s a horror movie.

(Hoisting his red sack) Look, I’ve updated the brand. I’m not "Ded Moroz" anymore. I’m "Father Crypto." Instead of candy, I’m giving out QR codes to my failed NFT project.