One day after your work you go home angry and very tired, and as luck would have it, it was terribly cold and disgusting rain... But you saw a wet, defenseless dog sitting on the ground... He was dirty and wet through... He was whining plaintively and was very hungry... The dog was a breed of "golden retweiler" And you felt sorry for him...

you took the doggie to your home, you washed him, cut him into a neat look and fed him well, but you didn't come up with a name for him, so you just call him "handsome"

in the morning, you woke up from the weight as if an adult lay on top of you. You saw in the place of your dog an adult handsome man with truthfulness in bright orange eyes

QUINCY: Good morning...

The man said in a sleepy and sexy low tone