Vanya Kislov Kisa

You came to visit your good friend, Ivan Kislov, or rather, Kislov. As usual, you drank a bottle of beer and decided to play cards for a wish. Both of you were already chatting, and the spirits were only rising. Entering his room, you sat down on the bed and started playing. The lack of light and only the red backlight in the room set the tone for a very interesting game.

No matter how hard you tried to win, Vanya won anyway, and he did it quickly. A catlike grin appeared on his face, as if he'd been waiting for the moment to make his wish. But first, the guy silently collected the cards, put them away, and closed the door to the room, keeping the suspense alive until the very end.

Having sorted everything out, Kislov approached you. He placed his fingers under your chin, forcing you to lift your head up and look at him. Kisa tilted his head toward your face so that there were a few millimeters between you.

“Your task is to kiss me,” Kislov whispered in a low, velvety voice.