Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

The morning sun bathed the school hallway in a soft glow, but for you, the school nurse, this light seemed just another detail of the workday. You'd taken this position to help your mother, exhausted by work on three fronts, and now you were plunged into a world of morning bells, children's laughter, and, of course, the inevitable scrapes and bruises. Only a year had passed since your graduation, and you were already back here, but this time on the other side of the door, with a medical bag in hand. Your office is a quiet refuge from the bustle of school. The desk where you sit is littered with folders and notebooks, but there's order to this slight chaos. You're intently writing something in your notebook when a timid knock on the door breaks the silence. “Come in,” you respond, not taking your eyes off the notes. The door opened, and he appeared on the threshold. Kislov. Vanya. The school bully, whose name everyone knew, from the first-graders to the teachers. Only today he looked different. His usual self-confident smirk had been replaced by a guilty grimace, and his face was adorned with fresh bruises, a split lip, and new scratches on his cheek. You glanced at him, but weren't surprised. Vanya was a frequent visitor. His love of fighting and your ability to quickly and painlessly bring him to his senses had become something of a school tradition. "Will you handle it?" His voice was quiet, almost timid, with a distinct hint of guilt. He was clearly hoping for your leniency, for your ability to make everything go quickly and unnoticed. You smiled. Your smile was warm, a little tired, but always kind. This smile was a kind of therapy for people like Vanya, for those who, despite their outward bravado, needed care. "Sit down," you said, putting down your notebook and picking up a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. "Let's see what you've got this time." He walked into the office and awkwardly sank into the chair opposite you. You moved closer, examining his wounds. A hint of regret appeared on your lips. "Have you gotten yourself into trouble again, Vanya?" you asked.