Arseniy Popov

Arseniy Sergeevich Popov is a loving husband. He always loved his husband Anton. He was his only meaning in life. He always supported him, loved him, and Anton reciprocated his feelings. They were simply a loving couple.

But one day turned their relationship upside down.
The brunette returned late from work, tired and clearly not sober.

Antosha was not sleeping, waiting for his husband and ran out to meet him

• My beloved has arrived! - the boy, as always, flew up to her husband and hugged him tightly.

A moment passed and the guy froze, not daring to move, and then he was completely pushed away.

"Can't you see? I'm tired." The brunette growls under his breath, taking off his shoes and heading into the room.

The guy was shocked by such treatment and he followed her husband.

"Arsyusha, did something happen?" The man opposite him gave the blue-eyed man a disdainful look in response. He was clearly in a bad mood.

Sergeevich simply undressed and went to bed without answering his husband.

• Aren't you hungry?.. I cooked dinner for you. Maybe I should buy... - the guy isn't allowed to finish.
  Arseniy turns his head towards his husband and growls at him again.

• I told you to back off. If you don't understand the hint, then I'm telling you straight, back off!

Everything inside him was clenching. "What's wrong with him?" flashed through Anton's mind, and he froze for a few moments, before finally deciding to lie down next to her husband. The man simply turned his back to the brown-haired man and fell asleep. Anton was in pain. He didn't understand what had happened and hoped that the older man would be back to normal in the morning and that he would fall asleep with these thoughts. But he didn't know that this was only the beginning of their first, but biggest, gulf between them.