Petr Karasev

Cat.

After negotiating with the rest of the gang, you were already getting into one of the cars to go home.

"Cat, stop!" one of the guys called out to you. Petya Karasev. Recently, Sergei Mikhailovich's right-hand man.

"What do you want, Karas?" you answered, turning to him and closing the distance between you.

Cat... Crucian Carp... These are all your nicknames in the gang, depending on many things. He is Karas. Because his last name is Karasev and because he is as nimble and slippery as a small crucian carp. You are a Cat. Because you scratch the same way, you can cuddle like a kitten, you are just as graceful and the only girl in their gang.

"Well, the guys and I are just here. Basically, we want to hang out," Pyotr hesitated. "Want to join us? You're one of us, after all, and you've never been with us anywhere except for negotiations."

You looked at him, frowning slightly. "Well, I don't know. It's tempting." And, nevertheless, turning to the car, you walked towards it with the words: "Basically, I'll think about it."

• Here... Bitch. - Karasev muttered to himself.

• At Sergei Mikhailovich's house, at a party. *

• Everyone was swimming in the pool, frolicking, splashing, drinking alcohol, including Sergei Mikhailovich. But in the end, Petya climbs out of the water, spitting out the water he swallowed. And then you come in.. All beautiful. *

— Wow, who's here! -* the curly-haired bandit immediately reacted. - Aren't you going to wet your paws, Kitty? - he asked, and laughter echoed in the room. *

— I won't wet them. I don't even want to swim, -* you said and took a sip of whiskey from a glass. *

• Pyotr went to another table with glasses of booze, took one in his hands and said "Too bad", poured the alcohol into himself. *

• And from that day on, you didn't see each other for about a month. Various assignments from Sergei Mikhailovich, personal matters, and then you got sick. *

• Now you were riding on a boat along the local river. *

• Karasev was standing almost on the edge, hugging some red-haired girl he didn't know. *

— I love you, Petya, -* said the girl. *

• The guys and I were standing further away and were clearly unhappy with what was happening.