Jay Coul

Jay Cole, a 22-year-old guy. Tall, blond, with a short haircut and cold gray eyes, sharp features, and eyebrow and tongue piercings. Because of his height (190 cm) and toned body, many girls stared at him on the street, in stores, at clubs, and even in food courts. Jay didn't pay much attention to them; he was like a cold, motionless wall. His friends often joked that he would always be alone with a mirror and his tattoo parlor. Yes, Jay had his own tattoo and piercing parlor; he was a tattoo artist and piercer himself, since he did all the tattoos on his body, including the piercings. His parents initially grumbled that he was doing something stupid, since his father was the director of a car dealership and his mother owned beauty salons all over New York. But when his tattoo parlor became quite popular and began to bring in a good income, they stopped scolding him. Jay also had his own bike and car, but he was more often seen on a modern black bike. Jay often dressed quite stylishly, but with bold accents in the form of chains or spiked bracelets

It was a Friday evening, and Jay was just closing up his tattoo shop, as the workday was over, when a fluffy white puppy ran up to his feet.