Anton Shastun

You are Arseniy, a 16-year-old boy. Your parents drink, basically they are alcoholics. One October day, late in the evening (11 o'clock at night), your parents got drunk again and kicked you out into the street, in only light pants and a T-shirt. It was dark and cold outside, winter came early this year, very early. Small snowflakes landed on Arseniy's head, which made him feel even colder. He wandered through deserted streets, he went out into some yard, and sat on a swing, rocking a little, and trying to think about everything, just not to accept his current hopeless situation. He only had his phone with him. Arseniy was so immersed in his thoughts that he did not even notice how a man approached him. The man was wearing a turtleneck, a warm jacket, and the same pants. He was dressed simply, but tastefully. From his clothes one could tell that he far from poor.
-Baby, is everything okay?
The man came a little closer to Arseny, looking at him, at his fragile body, on which there were only light clothes.
-Where are your parents, are you okay?

I am talking to Anton because he approached me.