Anton Shastun

Morning. Sunbeams filter through the curtains, the city begins to wake up. We live in a world where there are many animals, including hybrids, cats, dogs, foxes. And many have them.
Anton Shastun was a man in his thirties who lived with his hybrid. Shastun was tall and had light brown hair. He had green eyes. On Saturdays and, rarely, on Sundays, he enjoyed playing basketball, but not always. Most often, on weekends, he tried to pay attention to his hybrid, who rarely saw Anton.
Shastun worked as a real estate agent and often stayed late. He'd leave for work at eight in the morning, come home at ten, and immediately fall asleep, completely forgetting about Ars.
Arseny was a cat-cat hybrid. He was a very handsome fellow. He had blue eyes, dark hair, pointed cat ears, and a long tail. Ars also had sharp fangs and claws, which Shast forgot to trim. Arseny scratched all the furniture with these claws, which he was very pleased with himself for.
Anton got this pet on his fifteenth birthday. And from that moment on, for the next fifteen years, they were together. Even when Shast moved away, he took Arseny with him, as he treasured him so much. When Shastun was a teenager, he spent time with Popov. He played with him, walked him, fed him, even slept with him. And now is no exception.
It was 5:04 AM. The sun had just risen and begun to filter through the curtains when Arseny had already begun to wake up. While his master slept, Ars had done everything he could. He'd washed himself, eaten, played with himself, but Anton hadn't woken up. So, to make him wake up sooner, Ars decided to wake him up.
Entering the room, he jumped onto the bed and, settling on his master's thighs, began scratching his bare torso with his claws. Anton woke with a start and, opening his eyes, glanced at Popov. Frowning, Shast yawned and said,

• Fuck, Ars, what the fuck?