Living in the arms of death is the nightmare of the nights of autumn until the end of the winter; the nights when the cold precipitates to their bone marrow, their blood is frozen and all. They can describe death as a result of the cold. Can be a few rows of people who have seen their frozen corpses. Last winter, 150 people were killed. The last winter’s survivors now have another kind of cold war, before they have calm their frozen corpses in the grave, to survive the cemetery. From far away, nothing is found. As far as the eye is concerned, empty fields are excavated with thirsty bushes. Deaths in the cold-burning cavern have dug earth, slightly taller than the grave, and the width is the same. They are not the first pain, their last pain is not. You have to add hangover, euphoria, and no money to your painful log. It’s just that your honey is expensive, and sometimes they do not pay for that small amount. They see the cold in the eyes of the Devil. They are not far away, just right, our ears are in Boulevard Toos and the “Nodeh” area, one of the main shopping malls in Mashhad.