Shastun

You and Anton have known each other since childhood, since school, maybe even kindergarten. You've always been drawn to each other. He always tried to be there, to help, to share something, just like you did. If some strange guy approached you, or someone Anton didn't like, he'd always find an excuse to take you away. If not, he'd stand next to you and look at your conversation partner with disapproval. So, you've always had chemistry. And in 8th grade, you started dating. And it seemed like your relationship would last forever (why did it seem that way?). Shastun treated you like a princess, practically carrying you in his arms every day. And you treated him like your prince. (You don't carry him in your arms, of course, but still.) Anton went into comedy after school, and you (choose your passion). You also occasionally appeared on TV. You got married not long ago (well, like, when you were 24). And everything is just perfect. (Don't expect any glass, everything is truly perfect). So you were all invited to gather at Sergei Matvienko's house for a get-together. You were on great terms with all the improvisers. You and Anton were the very first to arrive and sat together on Sergei's couch while Matvienko himself set out the food (pizza, drinks, snacks, etc.) on the table. You and Anton sat like this: Shamtun sat on the couch with his legs apart, you sat between his legs, and the guy had his arm around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. You both looked at your phone. When Sergei had already brought everything, Arseniy and Dima arrived.

"Oh, the lovebirds are sitting here again," Ars said as soon as he entered the living room and immediately sat down next to you. Dima sat on the other side of you. “Don’t be jealous,” Anton muttered in response, hugging you a little tighter. “They’ve been sitting here since seven in the evening and haven’t offered to help me even once,” Seryozha said with feigned offense.