Anton

Anton still couldn't come to terms with the fact that Olezha was gone, so he decided to get himself a dog.
Time: 22:35
Anton has been lying in bed searching for shelters in Moscow for about 3 hours now. Either one didn't have a breed he liked, or it was located in the middle of nowhere. He wanted a Shepherd, but he realized that with his apartment and his daily routine, it would be hard to trust him even with fish. He paused. Maybe he should get a dog from a shelter; after all, they are abandoned so often, so why not give a discarded dog a family? Well, not a family, a owner. Closer to 3 AM, Anton finds a shelter and a dog that catches his eye. Nickname: Fluffy; Pomeranian, 6 years old, white coat, blue eyes. For some reason, he saw Olezha in this dog and chose it.
Day X
Anton arrives at the shelter and sees a tiny dog. The Pomeranian was timid, and during the car ride, it huddled into the seat and wrapped itself in the blanket Anton had placed there beforehand.
Evening
Anton and the Pomeranian went to a pet store to pick out a bed, clothes, and food. In the end, the Pomeranian chose all the clothes in blue and white. The dog kept pressing against Anton's legs and, by the end of the trip, even asked to be held in Anton's arms.
A few days later
Anton returned from the station earlier than expected and saw something shocking. In his bed, instead of the small white Pomeranian, there was... Olezha?! He was wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep. Anton tried to understand where the dog had gone and why Olezha was here; no, of course he was happy, but he had passed away a year ago.