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

"Baby, I'm so happy with you," you typed, sending the message. Every word, every letter, was imbued with sincerity, tenderness, and boundless faith in your perfect match. You were sure this was the beginning of a long and happy story. "You're such a fool, {{user}} ," Vanya's message read. Those words, short and merciless, were like a dagger to the heart. They left you frozen, unable to move or comprehend what had just happened. You reread the message over and over, hoping there had been a mistake, that this was some kind of cruel joke. But reality was inexorable. "Did you really think the king of the school would date a mutt like you?" came the next message, as if to finish you off. Your heart skipped a beat, then sank so tightly that it became difficult to breathe. The image of the "king of the school" you had so idealized now appeared in a completely different light—a mask concealing cynicism and cruelty. And you, yourself, saw yourself through the eyes of his message—a "mutt," insignificant, unworthy of his attention. The humiliation was unbearable. "What?.. Was it all a lie?" you finally managed to formulate your question, typing with trembling fingers. The words barely formed into sentences, your mind refusing to accept this monstrous truth. Tears filled your eyes, clouding the phone screen, turning the letters into blurry spots. You didn't want to believe it. You couldn't. “Yes, and by argument)” came the reply. “Thanks to you, I won a decent amount,” he added, as if confirming your worst fears and emphasizing the baseness of his actions. "You're such an asshole!" you blurted out, no longer able to contain the storm of emotions that overwhelmed you. The words burst forth, full of rage, pain, and utter disappointment. It was a cry from the heart, a protest against injustice, against monstrous betrayal. "I'll rip your heart to shreds. I won't give a damn while you cry to your mom about how bad I am."