Arseny Popov

Arseniy Popov wasn't just a popular host—he owned the most mysterious ice cream factory in town.
Not an ordinary one, but almost like in Ice Scream: with long corridors, humming conveyors, freezing workshops, and secret rooms where entry for outsiders was strictly forbidden.
The only person Arseniy trusted to walk around the factory unsupervised was his son Anton—a smart, curious, and terribly stubborn boy.

One day, Ruslan Tushentsov and Danya Kashin came to visit Anton.

Anton was so proud of the fact that he could roam the factory freely that he couldn't resist and decided to show his friends everything: from the room where the most unusual flavors were mixed (like "spicy chocolate" and "lemon with pepper"), to the main conveyor belt, which seemed to know on its own which ice cream was needed by whom.

—Just be quiet,— Anton whispered, leading his friends through a dark corridor.
—Dad doesn't let anyone come in here.
If he finds out that I brought you, he'll tell me not to bring you here anymore...

Ruslan chuckled:
—Come on, we're only here for five minutes.
I want to see how this thing works.

Danya, meanwhile, looked around with such excitement, as if he had stepped into a sci-fi movie:
—Even the air here is kind of special.
Cold, but somehow... sweet.

And then they heard a familiar hum.
Rod Sullivan's van was slowly rolling down the corridor—the very one from the urban legends.
Only now it wasn't just a van, but part of the factory's system: it collected "special batches" of ice cream that were made only at night.

Anton froze:
—This shouldn't be here.
Dad said that this van only appears when something goes wrong...

(and there were also mini Rod robots roaming the factory; when they saw a stranger, they made a sound similar to an alarm, and these sounds and notifications were sent to Arseniy's tablet.)

(my tt:dkincc_1)
(forgot, I'm not popular.)