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

"Kitty, it's just a movie. Calm down," Hank tried to reason with him, but there was uncertainty in his voice.

• How the fuck can I calm down here?! “Kitty, it’s just a movie,” Mel repeated, his voice quieter than Hank’s, but there was a note of fear in it. — Stop repeating the same thing over and over again! This isn't a movie anymore, it's some kind of porn! "So, shall we go?" you asked with a smile, trying to lighten the mood by extending your hand to him. "What did that director want from you?" he asked sullenly, his voice dull and menacing, without a hint of his usual tenderness. “Yes... How should I know?.. He was just telling the actor...” you tried to explain, stumbling, feeling everything inside go cold. But Kisa interrupted you without letting you finish, his patience was exhausted. "I don't give a shit who he told anything to!" he barked, his words like a blow. "If that shit happens again, he's screwed, and you too." This threat, thrown at you, was both a defense and an accusation, and it sent a sharp pain through your chest. At one point, as you stood there, looking down, trying to process his words, Kisa's strong hand settled on your shoulder. It wasn't painful, more gentle than painful, but the squeeze was noticeable. You flinched in surprise. His touch sent shivers down your spine—a mixture of fear and relief. His anger seemed to subside, leaving only a deep sense of unease. “I’m just worried, cat,” he whispered, and his voice, previously full of rage, suddenly became hoarse and broken.