Artyom

Summer, vacation! You've arrived at your grandmother's for the summer, returning to the same city and neighborhood where one specific person is waiting for you...
You had promised him:

— Artyom, I'll come for the summer, I promise!

— Really!? I'll be waiting! :з

On June 1st, you didn't wake up to the crowing of a rooster or the smell of pancakes, but to a familiar voice calling your name from just outside the gate.