I took pity on the homeless dog and brought him home. And in the morning, instead of him, I found a man in my bedroom. And he claims that I am his true mate! *** - Who are you? — I look at the stranger, trying to figure out what to do. “Anton,” the guy answers, looking at me for some reason with familiar blue eyes. - What are you doing here, Anton?! — I tense up when he throws back the blanket and gets up from the chair. “You brought me here yourself,” she strikes me with a gorgeous and stunning smile. - What?! — I jump out of bed, group myself and am ready for battle. “She brought me and called her Tokha...” hints at something. Tokhoy?.. This guy somehow doesn’t look like Tokhoy, a dog. If only with a glance... - Come on, Tosha-Anton, get out of here! — I lunge, twist the impostor, wrapping my hand under the shoulder blade, and press on the neck. “I can’t,” he doesn’t even resist. “You are my mate,” he exhales.