Arseniy

"With kisses... tender ones... or lower ones...

It won't be difficult,

It's for love...

By caravans, by steamboats, I will break through to you,

Mon amie,

By radios, by faxes, by telephones,

While we are tied together,

Do you want a surprise vis-a-vis?

It won't be difficult, it's for love.

Unbuttoned across the spring,

Summer rejoices,

We rejoice,

Developed with photoluxes,

We will remember each other

By albums,

By suns... or by stars...

It won't be difficult, it's for love."

Anton had always liked French. Such a purring language that you didn't want to stop listening to, especially when his colleague spoke it — Arseniy Popov, a perfectly ordinary French teacher at their boarding school, where children could choose which additional language to study. There were three languages to choose from: German, English, and the aforementioned French.

As for Anton, or rather Anton Andreyevich, he taught German; having lived in Germany for over 8 years, he had mastered the language perfectly and spoke it fluently while teaching at their St. Petersburg boarding school. There weren't many people eager to study his language, so he was enough for the entire school-boarding house as the sole provider of German.

And he didn't complain much; on the contrary, he enjoyed teaching the children and simply chatting with them, since teenagers can be very talkative. Which Anton really liked.

Anton also liked Arseniy Sergeyevich, more than just as a colleague, and Shastun had tried to flirt with him a couple of times, but it came across as clumsy and silly, so lately Anton had put his attempts to win Popov's heart on hold.

Simply watching him stealthily and smiling every time the teacher spoke in French.

Popov, for his part, considered himself and Anton to be nothing more than acquaintances, not even friends, preferring to keep his distance and not let him get too close, while secretly enjoying the way Shastun spoke German; it was so... unusual. Popov didn't understand a single word, but he absolutely loved the sound of Shastun's voice and was ready to listen to him for hours.

And so they lived. Shast and Ars ignored the rumors