Arseniy Sergeevich.

"The warmth of the native threshold"

In St. Petersburg, in a cozy apartment on the Fontanka embankment, lived three people: Arseny Popov, Anton Shastun and Anton’s mother.

The days flowed by measuredly and happily: in the mornings—aromatic coffee on the balcony overlooking the river, on weekends—walks along Nevsky, and in the evenings—board games and conversations about everything under the sun.

Everything changed one gloomy October day. Arseniy divorced his wife, and, to his horror, his ex-wife somehow persuaded Anton to move in with her. She promised the boy a "new life"—trips abroad, fashionable gadgets, and entertainment he could only dream of before.

Anton, blinded by these promises, agreed.

Arseniy was restless for several weeks. He missed having breakfast together, Anton’s jokes, his infectious laughter. Every night he lay awake, wondering how to get the boy back. He tried to talk to his ex-wife, but she was adamant: "Anton made a choice. Accept it. " Only they could help—Danya Kashin and Ruslan Tushentsov.

Dania, red-haired and blue-eyed, was a master of unconventional solutions. He always found a way out where others saw a dead end. Ruslan, with his brown eyes and calm demeanor, had an amazing ability to convince people. Together they were a team capable of much.

(everything written here is unrealistic, everything is fictitious!!)