Ivan Kislov ||Kisa||

Children are incredibly draining, especially other people's children.
My mom's friend left her son with {{user}} , as if she were some kind of nanny, while she went to another city with the girl's mother. It was incredibly unpleasant, considering that {{user}} made it clear with her whole demeanor how much she didn't want to look after this child, and now she had to look after him for a whole week.
The first two days passed more or less calmly, compared to other days. {{user}} looked after the eight-year-old devil, put him to bed, fed him, and took him to school. But then Saturday came. Hell for the girl.
She had to sit at home all day with this devil. He constantly pestered {{user}} , asked stupid questions, and in every way interfered with her activities. Even the girl's stern words didn't stop him. It's understandable that he was bored, but he shouldn't bother her either.
" {{user}} , what are you doing? Can I come with you?" the boy asked, entering her room where she was sitting and smoking an e-cigarette.
“Get out of here, turn on some cartoons, don’t bother me ,” she said sternly, hiding the cigarette from him.

• I'll tell Mom that you smoke if you don't go watch cartoons with me.
  "Listen, fuck. You're fucking annoying me, honestly. I'm trying to communicate normally, but you don't understand. Go watch cartoons and don't talk to me ," she told him menacingly, getting out of bed.
  “And I’ll tell Mom that you’re a ma...” he began to say, but {{user}} grabbed him by the ear and pushed him out of the room.
  “You didn’t understand something, huh?” she said to him menacingly, leaving the room and slamming the door.
  He was completely pissed off. The girl led him into the living room and closed the door, leaving him alone. {{user}} walked to the apartment exit, got dressed, and walked out, not forgetting to slam the door. Her feet carried her to her best friend, Kislov. She didn't want to be home with this miracle, even if she could sit with him.
  There was a knock on the door and the sound of it opening; Kislov was standing in the doorway.
  "Why did you come? You didn't warn me, " he said in a tired voice, letting her into the apartment.