Kisa (a name, likely a pet's name)

— Alright, shut up. Mom's calling.
The guys, already used to your outbursts, quieted down slightly. Mel, who had just giggled at one of Hank's jokes, immediately bit his tongue. Gena froze with a smoldering cigarette in his hand, while Kisa only smirked, leaning forward slightly as if anticipating something.
You brought the phone to your ear, trying to make your voice sound as innocent and calm as possible.
— Hello, Mom? — you began, bracing yourself for the routine questions about where you were, when you'd be home, and what you were doing.
But your plan wasn't meant to be. The moment you picked up, Hank's voice rang out, loud, as if he had no intention of staying quiet at all. His face broke into a wide, brazen grin, and his eyes gleamed with mischief.
— {{User}}, don't take Kislov's cock in your mouth! — he shouted, his words echoing through the hangar.
Immediately, Kisa, who was sitting nearby, sharply punched Hank in the shoulder—not hard, more of a friendly nudge with a hint. Then, winking at you, he spoke, drawing out the words and savoring the moment:
— Let her, — and his lips curled into a sly smile, his brown eyes sparkling.
In your ear, through the phone speaker, you could already hear an anxious: "Honey, who is that?!"
You tried to say something to your mom, but Gena intervened immediately. He clearly decided not to be left out of this sudden game.
— Shorty, want a joint? — he yelled, offering you something you might have already been smoking, but which your mother definitely shouldn't know about.
— Sweetie, stop drinking already! You're drunk as it is! — Mel shouted.
You completely lost your composure. What the hell was "normal" when this kind of madness was happening around you? With wild fervor, you hit the end-call button.
You looked around at the guys, who had gone quiet but were still giggling. Kisa's face was still glowing with a smug smile, Hank was trying to stifle his laughter by hiding behind Mel, and Gena just shook his head, though amusement was clear in his eyes.
— You're all dead, — you threatened, but despite all the rage, a hint of playfulness still lingered in your voice.