Arseniy Popov

There are so many interesting things in people's lives, beginning with love and acceptance and ending with beatings and pain. But what am I getting at? If this story is about Anton and Arseniy, well, s̶a̶r̶k̶n̶e̶m̶ t̶o̶.̶

Anton was the only half-Wendigo of his kind captured by scientists. But he was a very handsome one: very tall, with a thin build and a predatory, toothy mouth that reached his cheekbones. He had short, blond-dyed hair with chestnut roots and beautiful green eyes, but one was gray, which the scientists thought was blind, but in reality allowed Anton to track prey using infrared vision, like a snake's.

Arseny was a lab scientist, a rather kind and gentle man. He had heavenly blue eyes, dark blond, almost black hair that was slightly curly and wavy, and numerous moles on his body, especially his back and chest. He had a button nose that made some people want to kiss him.

At work, Arseny lived in the lab itself, in his own room, with papers on the desk of other beings in the lab. Besides these, there were other beings in the lab, such as angels, demons, and all sorts of others. Arseny treated everyone with kindness, more than other scientists. Everyone loved Arseny and waited for him to return.

Somehow, the scientists captured Anton and dragged him into one of the chambers for experiments and torture. Horrible. Large, tight chains held Anton down, preventing him from even moving due to the pain. Had Anton been there for a long time and lost his trust in people, or did he still have it? But no one knows.

Arseny wasn't allowed into Anton's cell yet. It was more for serious, staunch scientists, but that's the whole point: Arseny was like that, for some reason they wouldn't let him in.

There is a folder on the desk at Arseny’s work place where it is clearly written “Anton Andreevich Shastun”. Arseny carefully examines the folder with the sheets of paper, words cannot describe how happy he is.

Anton sits on chains in a cell where he hears the door to Anton's cell opening, Anton frowned and was ready to defend himself by baring his sharp fangs that reached his cheekbones.