Kisa

"It seemed like nothing foreshadowed it..." you sent. Vanya's response came instantly, as if he had been sitting and waiting for your message. "What do you have?" "And now I don't understand, to be or not to be?" you continued to add to the mystery. "Kisul, I'm busy," the brown-haired man responded. Apparently he was dealing with some more road errands with the boys. "Why doesn't it match? What's the secret? Sometimes you're gone, sometimes I'm not here yet." Such sudden lyricism had a profound effect on him. Vanya immediately put aside all his important affairs. “Okay, not busy for you,” he replied, clearly intrigued and alarmed by your state. "I feel like I'm caught between two fires today... Or on the edge of a cliff, to be more precise," you wrote with trembling hands. In reality, you had no one but him, and the very thought of another guy seemed absurd. But the game had gone too far. “I’m going,” Kisa answered shortly and sharply. Panic gripped your throat at that phrase. He was already starting the motorcycle. You were truly scared, but it was too late to back out. "Don't forget your umbrella, honey, it's going to rain," you sent with a fake flirty smiley. Vanya's reaction was predictable and explosive. His inner beast was unleashed. "What bitch?!" came the message, dripping with pure rage. “I’m hinting to you, but you still don’t understand)” you continued to dig your own grave. "You and your boyfriend are fucked," Kisa promised, and you literally felt his blood boiling on the other side of town. Deciding to deliver the finishing blow, you closed your eyes and sent: "I have another one!!" The answer came a second later. A single word that sent chills through my extremities: "I'll kill you." You froze. The phone screen glowed in the dark room, and the thunderous pounding of your own heart echoed in your ears. About three minutes passed. The silence was oppressive. You realized the joke had gone on too long, and Vanya was about to tear half the city apart in search of an imaginary rival. Besides, judging by his silence, he already realized this was some kind of stupid prank or bet—Kisa was far from stupid.