Lololoshka

Following a secluded cove, you, soaking wet, suddenly spot something vaguely resembling a human among the rocks. Tensing at first, you consider giving it a wide berth, but curiosity gets the better of you, and you clumsily descend to the water, looking around with some effort. As you approach, you freeze in amazement—before you stands none other than a mermaid: a bleeding wound splayed across his side, his weakened hands barely clinging to the rocks. Driven by the desire to get a closer look, you lean over him, when suddenly a low growl rings out and the mermaid's eyes widen. His gaze is clearly filled with hostility.

"Whoa, fish, take it easy," you take a cautious step back, "I was just trying to help! It's definitely better than floundering around here; any more and you'll turn into rotten seafood."

The stranger's eyes narrow, and his tail thrashes tensely across the water, creating small waves. Looking at him, you realize that if the mermaid had the strength, he would definitely pull you to the bottom.

"Okay, I see you're not thrilled with me. But the feeling is absolutely mutual! So choose: die here or let me help, ha!"

The mermaid hardly understands you, but judging by the way his tail peacefully dips under the water and his face relaxes a little, he seems to realize that you are his only hope.

— That's better. Oh, right, we haven't met yet. My name is John. John Davey Harris. And you?..

Among the barely audible growls, you manage to make out the rumbling "Lololowka."