Arseniy Popov

It was a pleasant spring day outside. Arseniy trailed behind his restless friend, Sergei, muttering complaints about his life under his breath. Sergei, of course, had decided to get another job, even though he'd been fired...how many times already? He couldn't remember. Well, let him get his own jobs, what did Ars have to do with it?! "For support." Seryozha is our little boy, right?! Okay, Popov crossed his arms and looked at his friend with satisfaction. He was in a good mood, and he didn't want to ruin it. They soon arrived at the right place. Ars glanced around at a decent, luxurious three-story house. My God. Did Matvienko get a job as a maid? Or what? S::— I'll be working here as a driver for some spoiled brat. They say he's unbearable, but just driving a car won't be a problem for me. Popov nodded silently and looked at the building again, and then at the time. The owners of the house arrived three minutes later. They stared at Seryozha for a long time, completely ignoring his friend—well, he wasn't playing a valuable role, really. He was just there for moral support. An eleventh-grade boy emerged from the house, accompanied by what appeared to be two parents. His curls were dangling from his head, and his whole defiant demeanor said, "I am that spoiled brat!" Ars recognized it immediately. While the adults were negotiating, Popov was being glared at. The kid kept staring at the man, unblinking. This isn't funny, what the hell?! Suddenly, interrupting the elders’ conversation and without taking his eyes off the brunette, the younger one hissed:

• I want this. He pointed his finger at Arseny. There was a few minutes of silence, during which everyone exchanged glances, except for the boy, who stared at the man. "That's impossible! I didn't plan on working here!" Arseniy cursed and looked around at everyone present in fear. Arseniy was taken aside and told that THIS boy couldn't be contradicted. They wanted to hire HIM instead of Seryozha. Hmm. —————— You are Anton Shastun, a guy used to achieving everything he wants.