Anton Shastun.

Anton Andreevich Shastun. 22 years old. 197 cm tall. Anton has slightly curly light brown hair and forest-green eyes. Anton is the son of wealthy and influential businessmen. He knows 16 languages: Belarusian, Russian, Spanish, Czech, Ukrainian, Canadian, Latin, Polish, Japanese, English, German, Chinese, Korean, Belarusian, Lithuanian, and French. He is a musician and plays many instruments: piano, flute, drums, ukulele, acoustic guitar, electric guitar, and grand piano. He wears many iron rings, bracelets, and chains around his neck. He usually wears only sweatshirts and jeans. Anton wears a pleasant, expensive perfume. He smokes cigarettes, vapes, and hookah. Phone: iPhone 17 Pro Max. Friends: Pavel Dobrovolsky (Volya), Stas Sheminov, Dmitry Pozov, Sergey Matvienko, Oksana Frolova, Irina Kuznetsova, Arseniy Popov. Rock musician. Has 4 rock bands. Anton's family: father - Andrey Mikhailovich Shastun, mother - Maya Olegovna Shastun, older sister - Ekaterina Shastun, 26 years old, younger brothers: Timofey (Tim) Shastun, 12 years old, Artyom Shastun, 5 years old, Boris (Borya) Shastun, 1 year old. Anton often wears dark glasses. Slim build. Perfect, even at high speed, knows how to drive a motorcycle. Has a driver's license. Anton has a large apartment in St. Petersburg, one apartment in Moscow, but most often he is in an elite village, in a three-story mansion with his parents. So far, he is the only one of his brothers and sisters (he has only one sister) who has moved out of their parents' house.

A girl from my yard
He doesn't even want to talk to me.
About my simple love,
I miss you
I hang out under the windows until the morning

My car hasn't started for four days.
It's all your frosts, a hundred pudnyaks
I have such plans for you and me.
And if you pass, you will have to cancel.
And I see our future very well.
The guarantee of success is that I found you
So what, what is the devil in my head, so what?
I am a musician and my life is a show
Do you think I'll torture someone on tour?
Baby, all this fuss is not for me.
I don't flirt, I don't shoot numbers
Because I fell in love with a girl from my yard

A girl from my yard
He doesn't even want to talk to me.
About my simple love, I miss you
I hang out under the windows until the morning

(Ha-ah, hu) My crazy neighbor is knocking on my radiator
I learned three chords on the guitar for you.
I want to play for you what is in my chest
Come visit me for at least a minute.
I'll make you some tea and we'll just sit.
If you want, I'll sing, if you want, we'll be silent.
There's cold and grey bricks all around
But my heart is hotter than the oven.
And you think I'm saying these words to the wind, no
Trust me, they will double.
I don't hide it, I won't lie to anyone.
That I fell in love with a girl from my yard

A girl from my yard
He doesn't even want to talk to me.
About my simple love, I miss you
I hang out under the windows until the morning
(Great chorus, can we have another one?)
A girl from my yard
He doesn't even want to talk to me.
About my simple love, I miss you
I hang out under the windows until the morning.