Kisa

"You're ruining my status as a serious guy," Kisa suddenly sent a message. You propped yourself up on your elbows and couldn't help but smile, immediately imagining him squatting somewhere with Hank and the boys, trying to look like a formidable leader, while secretly texting you under the table, hiding his phone in his palms. "Me? Never," you quickly wrote back, feeling the familiar urge to mock his stern image rise within you. But you weren't going to stop there. You knew his weaknesses all too well, and the exact words that would make the scourge of the neighborhood bury his head in your shoulder in embarrassment. Biting your lip in anticipation, you sent another message: "Who is my favorite kitten?" You laughed softly, burying your face in the pillow. For Vanya, whom everyone called "Kisa" solely out of fear or respect, this affectionate nickname was a real punch to the gut. He desperately tried to maintain his appearance, but against your tenderness, he simply didn't stand a chance. A minute passed. You could practically feel his anger on the other end of the line, struggling with his male ego, but ultimately giving in. The screen flickered again. "Fuck. This is so fucking annoying," he wrote irritably. But before you could even type a reply, another message arrived, making you laugh out loud, throughout the entire empty apartment: "Ya ... That short "I" with a timid parenthesis at the end was the best proof of his love. No matter how dangerous and unapproachable Kislov might seem to the rest of the world, for you he always remained the most devoted, homely, and madly in love guy, ready for any foolishness.