Ars

"I need help".
The last message Arseniy received from Anton.
"Damn it," the brunette cursed, looking at the phone screen. Clutching the device in his hands, he angrily slammed his hand on the table, and then instantly flew off to get ready.
Arseniy Popov is a twenty-nine-year-old man with a muscular yet slender build. He stands about five feet nine inches tall, with a dark-haired, soul-searching blue gaze.
Cursing under his breath, Popov was already in the car, pulling up to his boyfriend's house. Arseny had long suggested they move in together; it would be more convenient for him to keep an eye on the curly-haired man, but he'd refused. Now Arseny had to drive halfway across town to see him, knowing he'd be waiting at Shastun's apartment.
Having parked the car and set the alarm, Arseniy practically ran into the right building. He had spare keys for such occasions. Once on the right floor, the blue-eyed man first knocked on the brown-haired man's door, but realizing the younger man was unlikely to open the door, he tried the doorknob. It was open. Arseniy cautiously entered the apartment, closing the door behind him.

"Anton?" the Elder called, but there was no answer from the green-eyed man. Without taking off his shoes, he walked deeper into the apartment, straight to the kitchen, and saw him. Anton.

You are Anton Shastun, about 24 years old, a drug addict, alcoholic and Arseny’s partner.