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In the morning, Lena walks to work along a quiet street in Yekaterinburg. The cold air smells of brand-new snow.

A small red mitten lies on the fresh snow.

Nearby, a child’s footprints lead toward the tram stop.

Lena picks up the mitten and hears a tram bell ahead.

At the stop, a father is putting only one mitten on his child.

Lena asks, “Excuse me, is this your mitten?”

The father smiles. “Yes, thank you! We were looking for it.”