It was a magical Christmas time in New York. Snow shimmers in the air, and the smells of baking and flooded fireplaces are wafting in the air. We look at Central Park from the heights of our penthouses, and we see it as a magical land, wrapped in silver snow. And in front of Rockefeller Center there is such a huge Christmas tree that it takes your breath away. Christmas will be fabulous! True, we sinners will drink so much champagne that we will hardly notice it. On Fifth Avenue, store windows are lavishly decorated; in the crowd of shoppers are familiar schoolgirls in sky-blue cashmere coats from Marc Jacobs. At night, people have a blast. What kind of tests and tests are there... And we are bad kids. We have no time to help mommy with the purchase of gifts for the servants, cooks, drivers, laundresses, etc. And you, girlfriend, put on your black Prada dress, your thin transparent stilettos, don’t forget your orange Hermes Birkin handbag , grab a prettier guy and come with me!