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

“Hello, girls,” his voice was a little hoarse, probably from the alcohol he’d drunk, and you felt his hand rest on your shoulder, heavy and slightly sticky. You reacted instantly and instinctively. With a light but confident movement, you removed his hand from your shoulder, without even turning completely. "Lokonov, don't interfere. Have you forgotten what Kisa did to you last time?" A smile appeared on your face, full of caustic mockery and confidence in your words. You remembered well the time when Kisa, your not-boyfriend but very close friend, taught him a lesson. Seva immediately took a step back, his face slightly pale, his eyes darting. Kisa's name was a signal for many to retreat. "Come on, {{User}}, I was just coming over," he tried to justify himself, pretending he had nothing to do with it, and demonstratively took a large sip of alcohol from his glass, trying to hide his confusion. "Be careful that this approach doesn't become fatal for you." Your words weren't a direct threat, but they hinted at very serious consequences. And suddenly, out of nowhere, as if by magic, Kisa appeared. His appearance was always like this: abrupt, unexpected, yet so well-timed. He literally materialized behind you, and you felt his presence even before he spoke. His scent—a mixture of tobacco, light perfume, and something uniquely his—immediately enveloped you. “Hello, princess,” his lips gently touched your temple, sending a slight shiver through your entire body, and his hands lay on your waist, pulling you a little closer, demonstrating to everyone around who you belonged to, albeit unofficially. His gaze, full of tenderness, slid over your face, and then changed dramatically when he looked at Lokonov. "Lockon, did you want something? Or was he just coming over?" His voice was calm, but there was such a distinct threat in it that even over the thundering music it was impossible to miss. Seva swallowed nervously, his eyes darted around, and he tried to somehow get out of it.