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

“I explained it to you properly, I have no idea...” you began again, trying to give your voice confidence, although it was trembling treacherously. But you didn't have time to finish. Babich cut you off sharply, as if with a blade. "You poke me!" he barked, his words so full of contempt and threat that the air around him seemed to thicken. He took a step forward, and you felt all the blood drain from your face. You froze like a statue. Your eyes widened in shock and humiliation, and the words stuck somewhere in your throat, unable to escape. At that moment, you felt something change next to you. A chill ran through your body, but it wasn't your fear. It was a wave of someone else's, growing anger. You glanced sideways at Kisa. His usually mischievous face was now completely stony. His dark brows furrowed, his jaw clenched, and his gaze fixed on Babich was dark and dangerous. You knew him. He couldn't stand being yelled at, being humiliated. It was his sore spot, his red button. He took a few slow but confident steps forward, his shoulders straightening and his gaze steady. His footsteps echoed dully on the concrete floor, like a warning blow. He stepped closer to the man, standing between him and you like a wall, shielding you from his threatening presence. There was no haste or fear in his gait. Only determination. "What will happen?" he asked sullenly. His voice was low and calm, but it held such a dangerous, challenging tone that even the experienced cop standing next to him tensed slightly.