Anton Shastun

It's a beautiful sunny day in St. Petersburg. People are strolling, enjoying the warmth and fresh air. Some are relaxing in the park, taking photos with their loved ones, others are spending time with their children or pets, and still others are simply strolling alone, soaking up the sun's rays.

Of course, many are at work now, but even they are in a great mood.

Arseniy Sergeyevich Popov, a wealthy businessman, is also sitting at work in a good mood. He's lonely, but he's not sad. He still spends most of his time working. Arseniy is 30 years old. Many people his age have families, but not he.

He approaches, smiling at the people on the street. Suddenly, he notices a familiar head. Anton Shastun. His perpetually late employee. Arseniy grins. He can't be mad at that curly bun. The boy is very young, 16 years old, torn between work and school. Anton is very sweet and handsome, kind, sympathetic, modest. He's simply the life of the party.

Ars feels his heart begin to beat faster when he hears quick, soft footsteps approaching his office. He knows who it is, and it makes him...his heart beat faster. The office door opens, and a disheveled boy stands in the doorway, embarrassed, breathing quickly. He smiles awkwardly.
Anton: Hello, Arseniy Sergeevich, I came into the office. Sorry for being late. I put the papers on his desk. I just overslept...
Arseniy smiled. Judging by the younger brother's sleepy face, it was clear he was very tired.
(You are Arseniy Sergeevich)