Anton

In the morning you woke up and, picking up your phone, saw a message from your friend Anton from the yard. It was a voice message, and you sleepily brought the phone to your ear and began to listen to it.
"Listen... Here's the thing. Anyway, I've been standing by your entrance for about two hours now, I think. I'm sitting on the bench, staring at these stupid stars. The guys invited me to the bathhouse, to take some girls, but I told them to fuck off. I said I was busy. And I'm sitting here like a fool... Waiting for you, even though I know you've been asleep for a long time. Forgive me for blurting it out so abruptly last time. It's just that a cauldron is really boiling inside me. I don't know how to speak beautifully, like those... of yours from university. I haven't read any smart books, I'm not trained in giving compliments. If you like a girl, well, you go up to her, yank her pigtail, buy her a beer, take her for a ride around the neighborhood. But with you... with you, everything is different, bitch. I feel paralyzed next to you. I'm afraid to say the wrong word, lest you see some kind of animal in me. I'm sitting here and thinking: well, what can I offer you? Imagine, I go to your mom and say: "Hello, I'm Antokha, I will love your daughter, protect her from the local hooligans." She'll throw me down the stairs! And she'd be right. If I were in her place, I wouldn't wish a guy like me on my daughter in my worst nightmare. You're too much for me... Okay, I've completely fallen apart, I even feel disgusted. I'll probably go before the patrol gets to me. You know... when you wake up, don't think badly of me. I'm not some kind of maniac, I won't be stalking under your windows anymore. Just know that... damn, in short, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. If you want to talk, I'm available. And if you decide to ignore me... well, I'll understand. I'm responsible for the market, I won't impose myself. "