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

It all started when your father, the man you'd always considered your stronghold, your beacon in the stormy seas of life, fell in love. He didn't just fall in love, he fell in love with the mother of your worst enemy. Your enemy, whom you hated with all your soul, with every fiber of your being. It was something surreal, a mockery of fate played out in reality. He'd never shown you any negativity, never hurt you, never humiliated you. But this new, sudden connection seemed to create an invisible wall between you and Vanya, the son of that very woman, woven from mutual, almost primal hatred. This hatred, like rust, ate away at you both, day after day, making your lives ever darker and more desolate. Vanya was, let's face it, incredibly handsome. His looks drew everyone's attention like a magnet. It seemed like every girl in your circle was ready to throw herself at his feet, dreaming only of his attention. But you? You were the exception. One day, completely unexpectedly, they—Vanya's mother and Vanya himself—moved in with you. It was a real shock, turning your world upside down. The first few days were the strangest. You were forced to share the same space, the same room. You, accustomed to your cozy world, found yourself face to face with the person you'd studiously avoided. Vanya, oddly enough, took the sofa, and you your bed. This forced closeness, this constant, albeit silent, confrontation, began to slowly, imperceptibly dissolve your feud. It was then, in that small room, that you began to change. And so, the day arrived. You were sitting in your room, lost in your thoughts, when the door suddenly swung open. Vanya stood in the doorway. But this wasn't the Vanya you were used to. His face was covered in bruises and scratches, his knuckles were broken and bloody. “What happened?” your voice sounded somehow scared, "Oh, just like that. We bumped into some jerk," Vanya replied. “Are you sure?” you asked. — Will you process it, please?..