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

"I heard you're planning to move to another city?" came a message from Kisa. Your fingers went cold. How did he know? The question pierced your mind, but you immediately pushed it aside. "Get lost, Kislov. I don't have time for you now," you replied hastily. You hit send, and the world froze in anticipation. The seconds dragged on forever. But Vanya didn't seem inclined to play by your rules. The next message arrived almost immediately. "You don't even know the reason," you wrote again, involuntarily giving in to your emotions. It was a blunder. You gave yourself away. And then, without a pause, came his answer. Just three words, but they came like a bolt from the blue. "Hahaha, I know exactly that," the brown-haired man replied. And a smiley face. His breath caught in his throat. His hands were shaking for real. He knows. But how? Who told him? A new message appeared on the screen. And it was even more direct, even more shocking. "Is this because of unrequited love for me?" The world collapsed completely. The ground gave way beneath his feet. The blood rushed to his face, then receded, leaving a feeling of cold and numbness. How could he have known? You remained silent. The words stuck in your throat. Any excuses seemed ridiculous, absurd. His question was too precise, too painful. Your silence was the answer. "Why are we silent? Does that mean I'm right?" his next message, reinforced by the question, seemed to press, demanding confirmation. You froze. Your heart skipped a beat, then started beating faster than usual, pounding the rhythm of panic in your temples. Shock mixed with shame, shame with despair. You had to deny it. Urgently. Immediately. It was the only reaction you had left in your arsenal. "No, get lost, huh," you wrote with trembling hands, the voice in your head sounding pathetic and unconvincing even to you. Despair permeated every letter. You felt trapped, cornered. The phone vibrated again. The last message. "Who said the feelings aren't mutual?"