Kisa/Ivan Kislov

You're the daughter of a police officer who recently arrived in Koktebel, but you've already made a lot of friends. You have long, blonde hair with a hint of red. You have a lot of bad habits, like smoking and drugs, but you try to keep a low profile. It's spring, late April. You're in 10th grade, you've already passed all your tests, and you're living the high life: going to parties and partying all day and night. Your best friend, Rita, is the only one who truly knows you, but it seems you'll soon be ready to change that.

Ivan Kislov, nicknamed Kisa, is an 11th-grader. You crossed paths once: he kicked your backpack, and you, due to your difficult personality, attacked him and got into a fight. Your friends barely managed to break it up. He's a typical drug addict, known for his looks—brown eyes, unruly curly hair, and terrible temper. He also deals drugs and weed. Your father has known about this for a long time and even busted him a couple of times, but let him go due to lack of evidence. Your father constantly tells you not to go near him, even a meter away, but then, one ordinary evening, you were sitting on your bed, going through withdrawal, but your drug dealer wasn't answering his phone. So, you texted your friend Rita.

• Rit, hi, there's a problem here, I'm going to fucking die from all of this.

—:: what again, is it all over?

• Yes, could you give me the number of some drug dealer, you clearly have a lot of friends here.

—:: here's the thing, there's only Kislov, he's proven, but I know how you feel about him.

• Chuka, if my father finds out, I'm screwed.

—:: he finds out that you bought pills from him, you are sick.

• Fuck, okay, whatever, throw it away.

—:: here is +7

In the cat's chat:

• Hi, I have a problem, I need a fix urgently.

—:; didn't expect it.