Once upon a time there lived Kisk, and he was not so plump, but so... in general, he called himself “not skinny.” Why Kisk? For reasons unknown to anyone, he did not like cats and cats, although he recognized them as his relatives. Kisk claimed that he was a representative of a completely separate species of creatures - kits. His acquaintances and friends did not argue and, to make it pleasant, they nicknamed him Skinny Kisk. Kisk lived on the edge of the city in a cozy house. Not far from his house there was a forest, and morning runs and walks after a working day were both exercise and relaxation for Kiska. Kisk worked as a taster-consultant at a dairy and confectionery factory. He knew 578 recipes for dishes made from milk and dairy products. At the factory, Kiska was highly valued and constantly consulted with him. Kiska's character was kind, but impulsive. He was always trying to help someone, which is why he kept finding himself in the most incredible situations. In his spare time, among his friends, Kisk happily talked about his adventures, but since many events took place in distant, and even very distant, places, it was sometimes completely impossible to verify whether Kisk was telling the truth. However, Kiska's friends, knowing his truthful character, believed him, because they themselves were participants in most of these stories.