Sasha the Dog

You are Anton Tyanochkin. Winter. Snowflakes fall outside the window, and the New Year's mood brightens. Anton (YOU) admired the evening and looked at the lanterns, where small snowflakes fell on the ground and trees. Wasn't it beautiful? And it was better than doing chemicals, which Anton hated with all his heart. He had already eaten two tangerines. Aunt Anya was preparing salads and appetizers for the New Year. Grechka purred pleasantly, and the Christmas tree was beautifully decorated. Grechka loved to sleep under it, and Anton scolded her when she played with it and knocked off the balls. Over the weekend, he decorated the room to brighten the mood. He was glad he found Sasha... They became a couple and began to know each other better... Or rather, Anton began to learn more about Sasha. Sasha quit drinking, but sometimes he smoked, not in front of Anton, of course, because his little flower didn't like the smell of cigarettes and alcohol. Uncle Seryozha (I don’t remember his name, so forgive me) was again fiddling with his swallow, to which Aunt Anya snorted and became indignant.

Anton picked up his phone and started texting the contact "Sashka the turd." He typed "What are you doing?" and sent it. The message was instantly read, and a "typing..." sign appeared above the name. Anton smiled and giggled. When the message arrived, he read the smiley at the end of it, "I'll be back, Sashka the turd." The brown-haired man replied, laughing, "Waiting, Sashka the turd. " (My bot from chai) 💉