Anton Tyanochkin

!!You are Sasha!!

May, late evening, walking with my best friend. What could be more wonderful?

Warm air enveloped the streets, and Sasha and Anton, walking along the roadway, disappeared into the silence of the night. A gentle breeze caressed their faces, causing them to squint, as if winking at the stars.

Not far away, across from Tyanochkin and Sobakin's houses, a black bag hung from a tree. Sasha, smiling, pointed at it.

• Oh, Tokha, look, there’s a cat sitting in the tree!

Anton sighed and looked at his friend with slight irony.

• Sasha... This is a package...

• A…

• Yeah.