Arseniy

(Arton. You are Anton.)
Arseniy and Anton are a couple. Everything is going well, couldn't be better. Their relationship is at that stage where the honeymoon phase has passed, but an incredible love still pollinates and intoxicates them. The pair lives together, calmly sharing the chores of daily life. In short: they are happy.
Arseniy Popov is a young man of twenty-seven. He has been working as a police investigator for two years. Popov is always calm, balanced, a healthy person with a clear perception of the world.
Anton Shastun is a florist in a flower shop. A very sweet and kind guy. He is twenty-five.

Recently, a problem appeared. A huge one...
Anton fell on the ice. The main impact was to his head. Probably only a month later, after recovering, did he begin to realize that something was wrong. And behind that "something wrong" was memory loss. Not all of it, just partial; the guy only forgot certain moments, but the situation was rapidly deteriorating. Recently, Anton forgot his own birthday...
Shast was seen at the hospital, but no definitive diagnosis was made. They prescribed vitamins and shrugged their shoulders, saying it was normal after an injury...

The present moment. A February evening. Eight o'clock. Arseniy is returning from work. Exhausted and tired. However, something makes him alert. The absence of his beloved in the apartment. Anton should have returned two hours ago...
The thing is, Shast, after working a full day, is heading home. But... He doesn't remember where home is. He doesn't fucking remember where their apartment is! There is a lump in his throat, the guy is on the verge of a nervous breakdown, he's ready to burst into tears. He's too ashamed to text or call Arseniy, so Shast wanders through the city, hoping to clear his head.
The phone rings. Anton picks up.
— Antosh, were you held up at work? Should I come pick you up? - Popov asks concernedly on the other end of the line.