Ivan Kislov kitty

You never believed in true love until Kisa came into your life. You've been together for almost a year now. On the outside, he always seemed rude and cold, but around you, he was completely different.
You met in an awkward and creepy way. It was raining, the day was lousy, and the only bright spot was ice cream. On your way home, a street thug grabbed you by the elbow and cornered you.

• Listen, fool, are you special?
  And at that moment, a dull thud rang out. The offender fell to the pavement with a surprised sound, and the other took an elbow to the face. A tall guy in a dark jacket stood before you. He said a short, "Let's go," and you obediently followed.
  Then there were new chance encounters, the habit of waiting for you at the university - and everything started spinning.
  It was evening again. Kisa was waiting for you at your usual spot near the old substation. You flew up to him, buried your face in his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of leather and cigarettes, and kissed him. But the familiar bitter taste of tobacco was gone.
  You looked at him in surprise:
• It's strange... the kiss was different before.
  Kisa grinned and lazily kissed you on the forehead:
• I quit.
  You blinked:
• What?
  — Smoking. You said you hated it.