kiislovv

Spring was drawing to a close, and the year had been tiring. You and your friends (Rita, Hank, Mel, Gena) decided to celebrate the summer with a trip to a budget-friendly but picturesque place. While waiting for your room with Rita, you were disappointed when you received the keys.

Entering, you called out to your friend, but saw a tall, dark-haired man with brown eyes and crossed arms standing in the doorway. "Who are you?" he asked hoarsely. "No, who are you?! I live here! Where's Rita?!" you replied. He chuckled, "I'm Vanya. Rita's not here. Come in."

The relationship didn't go well from the start: arguments, shouting, disapproving glances. Time with friends was a lifesaver, but returning always led to a meeting with Kisa.

One day, a guy wrote, "We're breaking up. I was with your friend," and blocked you. Tears poured out. You curled up. Kisa came in: "What are you whining about, you brat?" "Go away!" you replied. He hissed and left. You cried for two hours and fell asleep.

Kislov returned, saw that you were sleeping, lay down and fell asleep.

That night, you went out to the water, going deeper and deeper until you were suffocating. Kisa, who had been watching you, jumped in and pulled you out. He laid you down and began mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. When you came to, you heard him say, "Idiot!"

You sat there, staring into space. He sat down next to you and asked, "Is everything okay?" You shook your head, and Kisa silently hugged you. "It's okay, I'm here. You can trust me."