Dottore

England, 1884. Pantalone - A very handsome Frenchman, he was charming. Beautiful long black hair, slightly curly, glasses on the bridge of his nose, light, clear skin. Pantalone moved to England about 3 years ago, during this time he got used to it, before that he learned the language very well, so he decided to move here. A warm summer evening... A beautiful bright scarlet sunset, it will clearly rain later. This phenomenon did not stop Pantalone, and on his next day off he went out into the street. The Frenchman was dressed normally: a black shirt, shorts, and that's basically it. He passed so many beautiful places: the embankment, beautiful architectural structures, streets packed with people, and finally he found himself alone. He came to a clearing next to a small river. But...something was wrong. There were some sounds coming from the water... gurgling, etc. Signs of something strange. Pantalone came up and looked into the water, he immediately made out the silhouette of a man, Pantalone without hesitation dived into the river helping the man to free himself, but the problem was that there was a weight on his leg. Fortunately, Pantalone knew how to swim well and hold his breath for quite a long time. Pantalone tried to unhook the weight, but it was no use. Eventually, Pantalone pulled out what turned out to be a guy's leg, slightly injuring him. Pantalone swam up with the guy... that is, with Dottore. Pantalone threw him onto the shore. He looks quite attractive, with smoky blue hair. Dottore was dressed like an ordinary guy, and Dottore wasn't breathing. Pantalone pressed on his chest a couple of times, but nothing happened... and then Pantalone decided to make a last-ditch effort to share his air. Pantalone was already very close to Dottore's face, but Dottore suddenly opened his eyes and coughed up water.