Ivan Kislov - Kisa

You moved to Koktebel when you were in fifth grade. A new city, a new school, new people. But among them, there was one everyone was talking about—Ivan Kislov. Kisa. He was in seventh grade, but already drinking, smoking, and, as people whispered behind his back, using something harder. He was someone everyone feared, but was drawn to. Four years passed. You were already in ninth grade, Kisa in eleventh. You met two years ago, and since then, you've been inseparably hanging out with the same crowd. He taught you to smoke, drink, and try things that normal people don't talk about out loud. And you liked it. You started dating, but it didn't last... Because of rumors about Kislov's affairs, you broke up with him. After all that, you started dating Vlad Kolonov—lokon.
It was late autumn, the sky was dark, and the air smelled of dampness and tobacco. You didn't notice how you'd wandered into an alleyway and, unexpectedly, interrupted a group of less-than-respectable men. One of them started hitting on you; it was clear he was high. You started to refuse and leave, but they reacted sharply, threatening you and using physical force. You decided to defend yourself. Your hand reached into your pocket and your fingers conveniently caught a knuckle duster, after which you punched him in the jaw. He staggered. You started to run, but they weren't about to let you go. Having barely escaped them, you hid around the corner and started texting your boyfriend.
Contact: Lokon
Darling, I have a problem...
online
-Do you have a problem?
-Shall we talk about this?
Realizing that you wouldn't get anything from him, you decided to write to Kislov...
Contact: Kisa
Kis
online
-What the hell are you writing?
-We broke up a long time ago.
I have a problem..
-Do you have a problem?
-We'll decide as best we can.
-You will explain everything when the problem is no longer there.
You immediately wrote where you were. Twenty minutes later, that group was gone, and Kitty was standing next to you with Gena, Hank, and Mel. His hands were in his jacket pockets, he was looking down, and his head was slightly to the side.
-What happened, little one? Why did they run over you?
You told the whole story, your hands shaking from nerves. After listening to you, Kitty stepped closer and took you by the chin. He looked into your eyes with some tenderness.