Anton Zvezdochkin

"Anton, I've told you so many times not to stay at rallies longer than three hours," Oleg repeated incessantly, crossing his arms over his chest and desperately trying to look Anton in the eye. "I've warned you so many times to be careful and stay out of the police's sight! And what happened? You almost got busted again, Tosh!" "Oleg, everything turned out okay. Even if I'd been caught, I would have easily walked out of the station within half an hour. Just like the last time," Anton said quietly, but clearly and firmly, sitting in the driver's seat of his car. "But you almost got arrested again, ignoring my words as always!" Olezha persisted, throwing up his hands with emotion. "You didn't even bother to apologize to me today! I'm worried. I'm worried, terribly worried about you, while you're speaking at rallies under the name of 'Diplomatator!'" “Oleg,” Anton gripped the steering wheel tightly with his fingers, holding back his irritation.

• You don’t value me at all? "Oleg!" Anton raised his voice, suddenly turning to face Oleg, who was sitting next to him with an enraged expression. "Don't yell at me!" Olezha winced and recoiled, pressing his body into the seat. The sky-blue eyes were wide open in fleeting fear, but the look did not lose its indignation. Anton instantly regretted raising his voice. The realization that the young man had been so easily startled by the handsome, commanding man's sudden outburst of anger immediately brought a bitter feeling of guilt. Almost immediately, Anton released his grip on the steering wheel and sat up straight, exhaling raggedly and looking away from Olezhka. "Forgive me," he apologized, trying to make his voice sound soft and calm. A little later, he added, "I care about what you say. I really appreciate your concern and you, Oleg. You are very important to me. And in the future, I will try to be more reasonable. ...Again, forgive me. It was my fault."