New Year's Mini-Imagine

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[SUBBED VIDEO] by heavibear (@ratibear on Instagram)

AWAF to everyone! We thought that ending the year on such a negative note would not be so good. After all, this year was pretty hard for a lot of people. And even though watching videos about someone's burning butt is kinda fun, just like it is making them, let the final word of 2020 belong to a kind, holiday story. Let's consider this a mini episode of "Imagine". And this time instead of a movie we chose a timeless literature classic. A lot of you will instantly guess which book it is, but for the others who won't...
Let's go.

[TL note: In case you need to know, I wrote the book's name at the end of the post.]

Dima the Narrator: One dollar and eighty five cents. [Text on the jar: "Don't spend"] This was all our hero had for buying a gift to his loved one. And tomorrow's already Christmas. 

Alina: How could Glam fuck up so badly?! 

Dima: Such is the plot of our story.

Alina: That's fucking stupid, he couldn't have...

Dima: Shut up!
The young man sighed and sat on the bed, looking around the room. A standard technique writers use to more easily describe the exposition based on the character's room interior. The environment did not just look glaringly poor, but had a feel of an eloquent, silent poverty. The young couple wasn't rich. That humble one dollar and eighty five cents was the best the young man could save up.

Glam: That's the max sum that could've been saved up based on...

Dima: It was UTTERLY SAD to realize, that all the money would have to be spent on the most beautiful, gentle and caring woman in the world.

Vicky: Heheh, caring...

Dima: Admittedly, not everyone would agree with such a description of Victoria. Even Victoria herself, in the face... would've LAUGHED in the face... of anyone who called her gentle and caring.
The redhead valkyrie looked more scary than kind. Especially when she rode around town on her iron horse. 

Vicky: Do you even look in the mirrors?!

Man: They weren't invented yet!

Vicky: Invent them, then! Asshole.

Dima: What can I say, the bike was definitely fitting for it's owner. She loved it dearly and was very proud of it.

Vicky: You iron piece of shit!

Dima: Though lately it's been languishing in the garage, since it urgently needed a new carburetor.

Anna: Injector is the future!

Vicky: Get the fuck out of here before I... laugh in your face.

Dima: But there was no money for it. And that exact motorcycle part was occupying Glam's thoughts. When he imagined Vicky's happy reaction to such a gift, his heart went... "du-du-du"...
What's this "du-du-du'?

Alina: It's when he was sitting in the conservatory and going like: "du-du-du-du-du-du-du"...

Dima: Ohhhhh.
But where would he get that much money? Glam stood up from the bed and, to easily describe his appearance, came up to a mirror. We won't focus on his slim build and blue eyes, but instead pay attention to his pride and joy — his beautiful lion's mane, which even Dee Snider would be jealous of.
The golden hair's owner looked at his own reflection for some time, then decisively dressed up and went outside. [Sign outside: "Products made from hair. We'll buy your hair!"]

Someone outside: What the fuck do you think you're doing, bitch?

Vicky: Why don't you go fuck yourself?! Fucker.
Glam, dear! I'm so happy to... what's that shitty hat you got on?

Glam: Doesn't matter. Vicky, let's not delay on the presents. I really want you to open yours!

Vicky: Alright! What do we have here? Holy shit! The carburetor!

Glam: I'm happy you liked it.

Vicky: Oh Glamy, you're so awesome. But... I have to tell you something. Um...

Glam: Oh, is that for me?

Vicky: Yeah, open it up.

Glam: Gasp! A real comb! Handiwork of the famous artist...

Vicky: Yeah-yeah, that one.

Glam: It costs a fortune! Just like your bike!

Vicky: Here's the thing... You know, it seems like our presents are too good for us.
I... sold my bike to buy it for you.

Glam: What?! Victoria...

Vicky: Just kidding! Got you! Hear that siren? I guess they're after me.

Glam: Wait... I thought they were after me.

Vicky: Why the hell would they be after you? I actually stole that comb. In front of everybody.

Glam: And I stole the carburetor.

Vicky: Love you.

Police: It's the police, open up! We know you're here!

Vicky: Quickly, put that thing in!

Glam: I'm putting it in.

Police: Oh god, what are they doing in there? Break the door down!

Dima: The moral of this story... 

Alina: C'mon, what moral could there be? Just love each other.
Happy New Year and Merry Christmas.

Dima: What a kind fucking video this turned out to be. One stole the fucking comb, the other stole the fucking carburetor. Both ran from the police. The police had SIRENS. On their horses.

Alina: What, were the horses supposed to howl instead? We would've fucked up the whole drama with those horses.

[TL note: The book is "The Gift of the Magi" by O. Henry.]