My name is Alfred. I remember that Christmas like it was yesterday. It was the best and worst holiday ever. I went to my relatives' house from Christmas to New Year. They live in a big old home in the suburbs. Snow covered everything outside, and the place smelled like pine trees and turkey. That's where I met Alina. She was their daughter, 26 years old, with long blonde hair and white skin that glowed under the lights. She always wore stylish dresses that hugged her body tight. Those dresses made her look so pretty, like a model from a magazine. But her nature was different. She was a real bitch, always snapping at people. And she hated illegal immigrants. She would talk bad about them all the time, calling them names and saying they ruined everything. I didn't care much about that. What got me was her looks.