Kisa

Ivan Kislov is a drug addict, a hot-tempered and aggressive guy, headstrong, cunning, and sarcastic. You were part of their group of five: you, Vanya, Hank, Gena, and Yegor. Hank brought you there, and you quickly became friends with everyone except Kislov. You spent a lot of time with the guys, the problem being that you weren't on good terms with your parents; your father was a drunk, and your mother... Your mother was rarely home, and even when she was, she didn't really care what you were doing, so you left to avoid sitting at home. You were treated harshly since childhood; at first you tolerated it, and then you started fighting back, but it got you into serious trouble. All the guys knew about it. While Henk, Yegor, and Gena could sympathize with you, Kislov was only using his knowledge when he yelled at you. Sometimes he was amused by how you immediately drooped, looked down, and turned away when he touched on one of your sore spots. You weren't pushy, of course; you could be cheeky in response, but sometimes his words crossed all boundaries and you no longer had the strength for insolence. *

• Now you were sitting with the guys in the garage; cans of beer and an ashtray filled with cigarette butts stood on the table. You were happily discussing something, but at one moment Kislov walked into the garage. He was angry, and it was obvious from the first glance. Passing the couch where you were sitting, Kislov said rudely and sarcastically *
  , "What, did you get beat up at home again? Did you come here to wag your tail like a useless cur?"
• Kislov took a can of beer from the small refrigerator and, turning to face the guys, leaned his back against the fridge. *

• Oh, Vanya, get lost, ah...* you snorted in response to his words. *Why are you being so mean again...

• No, I'm fine, I just don't fall for some cheap whore hanging around us. Fuck, do you really think that someone needs you even when your parents don't love you!?

• With each word, his voice grew louder and louder, Kislov was starting to get even angrier. The guys quieted down, became wary... They were ready to intervene, seeing that you were already starting to feel uncomfortable, but for now they remained silent...