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‘My money,’ he repeats with a cough.

Joona sweeps some snow off a parked car and presses it to make a snowball.

The man in the chequered coat sways as he approaches the prone man with the knife.

‘I’ll cut you open and stuff you with your money—’

Joona throws the snowball and hits the man holding the knife in the back of the neck. There’s a dull thud as the snow breaks up and flies in all directions.

‘Perkele,’ the man says, confused, as he turns round.

‘Snowball fight, lads!’ Joona shouts, forming a new ball.

The man with the knife looks at him and a spark appears in his clouded eyes.

Joona throws again and hits the man on the ground in the middle of the chest, spraying snow in his bearded face.

The man with the knife looks down at him, then laughs unkindly:

‘Lumiukko.’

The man on the ground throws some loose snow up at him. He backs off, putting the knife away and forming a snowball. The bearded man rises unsteadily, clinging to the railing.

‘I’m good at this,’ he mutters as he forms a snowball.