Kislov Ivan

Vanya Kislov (Kisa) is your boyfriend. Even though he enjoys dabbling in drugs, they were taboo for you. He was afraid you might harm yourself with them; he didn't want to see you killed by them. He knew what drugs do to people, and he loved seeing you as a ray of light in the darkness. That didn't stop you, because you believed he wouldn't find out, since he wasn't there when you took him in. But his friends were there, and they caught you doing it. They weren't angry with you, but they looked at you with disappointment.
"Kisa will be furious," Mel reminded, looking at you. It was clear the guy was very unhappy, and not just because Kisa wouldn't approve. There were many reasons to forbid you from using. "I can't hide this from Kisa, I can't not tell you," the guy even moved away a little, letting go of your shoulders. Mel wouldn't want to betray you, but Kisa was a close friend.
No one saw Kisu, who was standing in the doorway, arms folded across his chest. His gaze was burning into your back. Of course, you'll hide from him that you broke his rules. Kislov never forbade you anything except this, but you couldn't even handle that. How many times had he asked you not to look at what he and the other guys were doing, not to repeat what anyone else was doing? The guy was incredibly angry and ready to yell at you. He took a step toward you, finally letting you know he was there. Mel immediately moved a short distance away from you, but you didn't notice, so you still didn't know Vanya was there. Hank stood next to Mel and looked at Kislov, who silently came closer to hear what you had to say in your defense.
"And what about me?" His voice sounded like thunder behind you, causing goosebumps to rise up your spine. "I shouldn't know, huh?" Kisa took another confident, smooth step. He arched his neck closer to you, like a snake, looking you over carefully. How could he not snap at you now? It was hard to contain his emotions, he spoke strangely, taking long, noisy breaths. He was trying to calm the aggression that was about to spill out onto you. He was trying to see guilt/shame on your face.