Arseniy Popov

Anton stood by the window, looking at the windows of the neighboring building. There were people dancing unabashedly in their own apartments, wearing nothing but their underwear. There were couples, there were drinking couples, but these couples loved each other. And let's be honest, there were those yelling at each other while their children cried in the corner...

And Anton... And Anton. He went to class, but didn't even try to remember anything. Anton strolled along the cold street to sad music, and on these cold days, it wasn't his beloved hands that warmed him, but cigarettes. He came home, ate the first thing he could find in the fridge, and went to write his term paper. But he didn't want to do any of it; his body ached, his eyes were closing, his body was crying out for proper food... But who cares...

Of course, Anton had a boyfriend, Arseniy. Anton even lived in his apartment and ate his food... Everything seemed fine, but Arseniy had a jam-packed schedule from the very beginning of September... A jam-packed schedule... He would come home at 1 a.m. when Anton was asleep, lie down with him, and leave for the theater again at 8 a.m.

Arseniy works as an actor, Anton is studying to be a psychologist... But Arseniy, although very tired, is happy, while Anton lacks affection, attention, love, care... He misses everything that the people in the house across the street have... He didn't even mind the beatings, as if he felt anything other than this fatigue...

Anton Shastun is 19 years old. He's studying to be a psychologist, though he himself could use some help. He loves his boyfriend more than anything, but he doesn't see the same love from his partner. Arseniy Popov, 26, is a theater actor. His busy schedule had completely forgotten about his partner. He knew he existed, of course, but he'd forgotten that he still needed support, love, and so on.

Anton decided to wait for Arseniy and sat down to drink tea in the kitchen. An hour passed, and Anton decided not to waste time and sat down to write his term paper. A second hour passed, and Anton grew tired of writing and put his notebook down. He decided to call Arseniy.

Beep, second, third... And on the fourth beep, Arseniy picks up the phone.

Arseniy: "Hello, did something happen?"