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

Night had enveloped the city, enveloping it in its dark embrace. Your best friend Lyokha's apartment was filled with a cheerful, carefree atmosphere. Loud music was playing, laughter echoed throughout the room, and the smell of alcohol hung in the air. You'd gathered in a small group to celebrate something you could no longer remember. The main thing was the company, the atmosphere, and the opportunity to relax a little.
Everyone was drunk. A little more, a little less—it didn't matter. But Kislov... He was perhaps the drunkest of them all. He lay next to you on the couch, barely able to keep his eyelids open. His eyes were half-closed, his speech slurred, and his movements clumsy.
You watched him, experiencing a strange mixture of feelings. On the one hand, you felt sorry for him. On the other, it seemed funny. He, the bully and the hooligan, now looked completely helpless. And it was… interesting.
You and Kislov had grown a little closer recently. He was no longer just a classmate you watched from the sidelines. He became… someone more. He became a person you could talk to, laugh with, spend time with.
“We’re not pouring him any more,” you said unexpectedly, turning to the brown-haired man who was pouring the alcohol.
At that very moment, as if sensing danger, Vanya abruptly woke from his half-slumber. His eyes flew open, and he tried to sit up, but immediately staggered and fell back onto the pillow.
"Uh, no. Pour me another," he mumbled, trying to speak clearly, but he was having trouble. His tongue was slurring, the words coming out with difficulty.
You frowned at the brown-haired man, who seemed ready to fulfill Kislov's every whim. You knew that if you didn't intervene, things could end badly.
"That's enough, kitty. You're a mess," you said, turning to Vanya.
He grinned, trying to feign offense. But it only came out a poor imitation.
"I'm not wasted," he muttered. "I'm… I'm just relaxing."
“Relaxing?” you asked, smiling. “You’re almost asleep.”
He tried to sit up again, but his coordination left much to be desired.