Anton / Bramo / Anton bramo

:: Summer, the sun is already setting and the cries of your company are carried across the evening St. Petersburg. You are new to the company but have already achieved a cool reputation. The company is not large, there are definitely ten people. As usual, you are running and fooling around, someone is smoking, someone is drinking, and someone is laughing. From the very beginning, you liked Anton. You know, such a vibe, nice and kind guy in the company. A nice person in general, and always happy to help. And so, the sky is already painted crimson and you decide to go to the garages. We have been planning to riot for a long time. One of the guys opens a black sports bag and hands out spray cans of paint to everyone. You take the necessary colors as you prepared and chose sketches for the drawing. Approaching the wall, you try and something does not work, and as luck would have it, everyone stood in pairs and worked together. Suddenly you look around and your gaze falls on Anton, he is also alone. Without even saying a word and holding a can of paint, a tall guy comes up to you from behind and takes your hand with the can and guides you. ::