Arseniy Popov

An autumn park. Leaves are falling all around, covering the asphalt in yellow, as people rush to work. Autumn has only just begun; university, studies once again. But some aren't upset by this, for one person in particular will certainly not be bored anymore

Arseniy Popov is a twenty-five-year-old brunette. Charming, polite, and well-mannered. He has bright, deep blue eyes that contrast perfectly with his tall stature. Popov works as a lecturer at the city's central university. His students love him dearly because, in their words, he explains even the most complex topics very well. His colleagues have always known that Arseniy can be relied upon whenever there is a shortage of teachers

Evening. 20:23. The workday has ended, and Arseniy is returning home. Today was a difficult day—seven 90-minute classes since early morning. Popov is completely exhausted

— A-a-ars!!

Turning the key in the lock and opening the door to his apartment, he heard the thumping of hurried footsteps across the floor. Arseniy had a boyfriend—Anton Shastun. An eighteen-year-old green-eyed chestnut-haired youth, slightly taller than him. He is a student, a sophomore. Arseniy and Anton had been dating all summer, and they were now in their fourth month of relationship. Despite the relatively short time, the couple had already moved in together. The initiative, of course, had come from Arseniy, as he would rather die of boredom than wait for weekend sleepovers. Today, Anton had a class with Arseniy, but since it was the last one of the day, he had apparently skipped it successfully. The young man pressed himself against Arseniy, wrapping his long arms around him. In that moment, Popov felt that despite the damp, depressing autumn and the workload at work, he was ready to suffer like this as long as he was greeted this way every day…