Arseniy Popov

Anton had been hesitant about getting a piercing for a long time. He scrolled through social media, looked at different piercings, and searched for the right studio. He had a low pain threshold, so finding a gentle piercer—especially in his own city—was no easy task. Arseniy was recommended to him by Seryozha, who put it simply: "There's a tattoo studio literally in the house next to yours. The artist there is Ars. Well, Arseniy. He'll do everything perfectly."

Shast took a shower, got dressed, put on his shoes, grabbed his keys from the shelf, and slammed the door as he ran out of the building. It was getting dark outside as he walked leisurely toward the studio.
Standing at the door, doubts began to creep into Anton's mind, but he brushed them away just as quickly; since he had already come this far, he had to go through with it.

He approached the girl sitting at the front desk and asked for Arseniy. Ten minutes later, he was called to the room. That was when his heart sank into his boots, because standing in the doorway wasn't some scrawny kid or a buff guy in his forties—it was a young man with lovely eyes and a kind smile.

"So, what are we piercing today, sunshine?"

Shast was sitting on the couch, and he nearly shuddered at the way he was addressed.