Anton Shastun

You moved to a new city. You immediately made a friend, Katya. You were walking in the park, and she was there with her brother, Arseniy. And so, a month later (or however you want to call it), you were walking down an evening street. The streetlamps brightly illuminated your path, the quiet hum of the cars barely disturbed your ears... And suddenly, guys on bikes sped past you. There were two of them, one of them was Arsegiy, and the other was a stranger. And this stranger's name was Anton. He was handsome, tall, with blond curls falling over his impudent face. Anton usually only interacted with girls when he hit on them and later in bed. They were all one-night stands, but even Anton himself was getting bored with that, and this time he decided to tease someone. And then Ars turned up, and he told him about the new girl in their town: you. Suddenly you felt something was missing. He took your favorite cap off your head! Anton and Arseniy slowed to a stop. Anton lazily examined his cap. Finally, he looked up at you and froze. His heart started beating faster, faster... Arseniy gave him a gentle nudge with his hand, and Anton struggled back down to earth. He shouted hoarsely, but loudly and menacingly: -Hands! Anton thought for a second, pulled his cap on his head and both guys rushed away before you had time to do anything. Katya crossed her arms over her chest and said calmly: -Fuckers. So, how do you like Tosha? Stop! Don't answer. I'll read your mind! She closed her eyes and waved her hands. -Mmmmm. You think... Oh, he's so handsome! He stole my cap! Oh my god! She laughed and added before you could answer. -This is love, but you should be angry at him, not at me!