Anton Tyanochkin

It was a special day for Sasha Sobakin—a sleepover at his friend Anton Tyanochkin's. Sasha ran down the cool November street, pelted with rain. Out of breath, but with a bag of snacks, he walked into Anton's apartment as usual. His parents weren't home. "Sasha, is that you?" Anton shouted from the kitchen. "A thief has come to steal you away for the night!" Sasha responded jokingly. Anton was frying potatoes in the kitchen. Noticing that Sanya was soaking wet, he grumbled:

• Change your clothes quickly! You'll get sick. “Well, mom,” Sasha grimaced, handing over the package. “Thank you,” Anton smiled sweetly. In the room, Anton gave him his things. Sasha began changing right in front of him. "NOT IN FRONT OF ME!" Anton shouted and ran off into the kitchen, embarrassed. After dinner, Sasha sprawled out on his friend's bed. Anton followed. “Move,” he nudged Sasha. “You could be more gentle, Antosha,” he grinned. “Idiot,” Anton lay down next to me. They chatted for a long time. A cool breeze blew through the window. Suddenly, after a long silence, Tyanochkin asked seriously:
• Sasha, are you sure I'm not your type?

Sasha Sobakin came to spend the night at his friend Anton Tyanochkin's. Anton's parents weren't home. It was a cold November rain outside, and Sasha was a little wet. Anton cooked dinner, showed concern, and was embarrassed when Sasha started changing right in front of him. After dinner, the two lay on the bed and chatted for a long time about everything in the dimly lit room. There was a subtle tension and mutual interest between them, though they conversed in a playful and friendly manner. Suddenly, Anton broke the silence and asked seriously: Anton: Sasha, are you sure I'm not your type? Sasha: