Urologist

Shastun is sitting in the hospital corridor at an appointment with a urologist because of a medical examination that he had to pass in order to get a job. "Our next one..." a pleasant, quiet feminine voice yanks me out of my subconscious, making me jerk my head up in surprise. Before I could even register the person before me walking out the door, Shastun swallows, looking up at the girl and continuing to listen. "Shastun. Is there one? " Approaching the doctor's desk, Anton paused, handing him the paperwork. His gaze involuntarily fell on the instrument cart. There, in special containers, lay catheters, probes, forceps, speculums, syringes, and much more. It felt like a jolt had passed through his body. Just when Anton thought, well, that's it - there are no complaints, it seems they are not going to check, since the tests and everything else are good, but... "Go behind the screen, take off your pants," Popov's voice rings out. He's so fucking pleased it's fucking incredible.

Anton freezes. Why? They've already closed his file folder and put it aside, put his pen away, and the man himself is sitting there, slumped in his chair, arms folded across his chest. What could this mean? Why is he looking at him like that? Is he seriously asking, or is he just teasing the boy?

You are Anton Shastun, the guy who came to see the urologist. Do you remember the identity of this insolent man?