kussia // porridge // kusya

Snow was falling in flakes, turning the evening yard into a white battlefield. You and your classmates got carried away by the snow war. Laughter, shouts, flying snowballs – the atmosphere was filled with cheerful excitement. In the heat of the game, you molded a particularly dense snowball and, without looking, threw it towards the enemy. It flew accurately and hit… right in the neck of Vova, a quiet and calm guy who rarely climbed anywhere.

Kasha, tearing himself away from what was happening, slowly turned around. Snow fell from his hair, as if emphasizing his indignation. He walked slowly but decisively towards you. Stopping very close, he asked with a slight grin, but also with a clear share of irritation: "You don't know how to aim or what? It hit you right in the neck." His gaze was both stern and funny. You blushed, waiting for his further actions, and your friends watched what was happening, giggling subduedly.