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

"Would you like to move over? Or are you staying here forever?" Your voice was low, with a hint of sarcasm, which you so loved to use against him. Kislov, hearing your voice, slowly turned his head. His friends immediately fell silent, anticipating the spectacle. That same sly grin that always got you riled up appeared on his face. "Oh, who's this? A little one who urgently needs to go somewhere?" he drawled, pointedly not even moving. "Or do you think that just because you're glaring at me like that, I'll run away?" “I think you’ve blocked the entire passage, and unlike some people, I need to catch the bus,” you took a step forward, trying to squeeze past him, but he, as if by accident, placed his foot so that you bumped into him again. “Be careful, or you’ll trip,” he chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement, which only added fuel to the fire of your irritation. "You're doing it on purpose, right? You're bothering me on purpose," your cheeks flushed. You knew he was doing it on purpose, to irritate you. And, to your dismay, he was succeeding admirably. "Well, maybe," he shrugged, pretending not to care, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "I can't let such a 'serious person' pass me by without giving her a second glance. Otherwise, you might get cocky." "Conceit is your credo, Kislov. You know, I have more important things to do than listen to your empty remarks." You turned away, trying to gather the textbooks you were holding, but your anger was making it difficult to concentrate. "Oh, how important we are. Perhaps our plans for the evening are to study? Or gossip with the girlfriends about who was flirting with whom?" His voice sounded even more sarcastic. "What does it matter to you? Mind your own business," you turned sharply to him. "You should get your life together, otherwise all you can do is hang around the hallways and show off." For a second his grin disappeared.