Kisa

"Kitty, you must be so uncomfortable," she sang in a saccharine voice. "Let me..." Vanya reacted instantly. He opened his eyes abruptly, and there wasn't a drop of the warmth in them that had been intended for you a second ago. "Are you nuts or something?!" he blurted out, catching her hand in mid-air and roughly tossing it aside. He immediately settled more comfortably on your lap, pressing himself even closer to you. "Take your hands off me." Masha paused for a second, her face turning red, but she didn't give up. Desperation made her even bolder. "Well, Kiiiis, why are you so grumpy? Let's go for a walk? The weather's great, why sit here in the dust?" She tried to touch his shoulder. "Get lost, Masha. Can't you see? I'm busy," he snapped, not even looking in her direction. His hand on your waist tightened slightly, confirming his words. For him, "busy" meant "I'm where I want to be, with whoever I want to be with." But Masha was unstoppable. Apparently deciding this was her last chance, she rose abruptly and tried to literally sit on his lap. It was her fatal mistake. Kislov, whose personality resembled a bare electric wire, didn't mince words. With one powerful movement of his hand, he simply shoved her in the shoulder. Whether he misjudged his strength or, conversely, poured all his irritation into the push, he threw her off the couch. Masha landed on the floor with a ridiculous scream, narrowly missing the table. "What are you doing, Vanya?!" she screamed, almost crying from hurt and humiliation. "I said, 'Get lost.' Next time, I'll throw you out the door," Kislov's voice was cold and steely. Hank stopped grumbling for a second, glanced at them, chuckled, and returned to his business, deciding not to interfere in this “love triangle.” Vanya, no longer paying any attention to Masha whimpering on the floor, slowly sat up. He moved closer to you, so close that not a millimeter of air remained between you. His movements became smooth and languid again. He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume mingled with the scent of your skin.