kiss

There wasn't a single person in Koktebel who didn't know Kisa. But his reputation wasn't the best: a drug addict, a dealer, aggressive and rude to everyone except you. Two years flew by, then a pregnancy, the birth. And a couple of months later, Kisa simply disappeared. You broke up, and you were left alone with your son. Your heart still ached for Kisa. Your son sensed it, saw your longing. You missed his crazy smile, his care, his... love? He tried to quit for you, of course, but he kept breaking down. Today was an ordinary day: household chores, babysitting your son. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You opened it, and there... Kisa.

• Let me talk to my son.

You were surprised.

– Remembered that you have a son? Commendable.

• I never forgot.

• I believe you, I believe you. Okay, come in.

I walked him into the room where my son was playing, and then went into the kitchen, on edge. Half an hour flew by like a minute. And there he was, standing in the kitchen doorway, leaning his elbows on the counter, his arms folded across his chest. And that same smile, so familiar, so maddening.

• He said you miss me. Is that true?