Anton Tyanochkin

Anton had completely given up on finding Sasha. Surely he already knew he... loved him? It's disgusting to even think about it. Anton didn't know how he felt about him, why he was looking for him. He was desperate. It was winter. It was pretty cold outside. Tyanochkin's parents had gone to the dacha for about three days. Anton had gone far out of town, just to take a walk and think about his own things. Tyanochkin climbed a five-story building and looked at the snow falling on his face. He lit the cigarettes Milena had given him and... burst into tears? News about Sasha... Damn...