Kislov Ivan

A cold wind, rain, you're lying on the couch in Vanya's cozy apartment, talking about everything under the sun. His head is resting on your chest, and you, in turn, are running your fingers through his curls, which fall slightly over his forehead. Kislov shares another silly story, and you laugh in response. You share a cigarette, passing it between your lips with trembling fingers.
Vanka, also known as Kisa, isn't the best example of a guy: he's cocky, aggressive at times, drinks, takes, and sells drugs. But you've been involved in some pretty unpleasant things yourself, so Kislov was a pretty good fit. He even started to hope for something with you. He opened up somehow.
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• ‎ One day at school, you were talking to your classmate, Angela. She's not someone you can really trust, but you can talk. *
  ‎-So, what's going on with Kisa? -* asked Angela. *
  ‎-I don't know, I'm not planning anything serious, just a little fun,* you replied. You really thought so. And you thought Vanya was of the same opinion. *
• ‎ You confided some more of your thoughts about Vanya to your friend, not even suspecting that she would leak all this information to Kislov. *
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• ‎ At one of the loud parties in Koktebel, Kislov, as usual, received everyone. And, as usual, he came to you. *
  -I was talking to Anzhelka, she said you just want to play with me -* Kislov began *
  -She's lying, right? You're not like that, are you? -* Kisa continued, looking at you with eyes glassy from intoxication. Was there some kind of... pain in his voice?