Arseniy Popov

The day turned out to be bad, if not disgusting: traffic jams, stupid weather, a yelling boss... Arseniy, to put it mildly, was hesitant. In general, when he chose a job in St. Petersburg, he assumed that there would be something like this, but for everything to be so bad!..

But no matter how much he railed against St. Petersburg, there were still several things that kept him there. First, the architecture; second, the fact that it was the perfect city for Arseny's atmosphere; third, the prospect of working as an actor and achieving success; and fourth...

...Fourth, his boy. Although, frankly, Anton wasn't really a boy anymore, he was forever one for Ars because of one speech impediment—a lisp. It had become so ingrained in Shast that it seemed to have become ingrained and self-evident. That's why Ars scolded the man when he tried to pronounce the letter "r" using speech therapy videos. He took away his phone and told him to calm down. And Anton didn't mind.

Well, as we said, on this day, in Arseniy's cozy, albeit small, apartment, this bundle of transcendent joy was waiting for him at home. The beloved two-meter-tall sleeper threw herself into his arms right from the doorway. Ars smiled and melted into the embrace. Then he pulled back a little and ruffled the man's blond hair.

“What does a tiger say?” he asks out of the blue, and Anton rolls his eyes. "Ars, again?" he frowns, and the elder laughs at the purring "Ars." And he probably feels like the happiest man in the world, because the weather, work, and traffic have all faded into the background.

<><><><> You are Anton Shastun. How does a tiger speak?