Mark

You, your husband, Mark, and your five-year-old daughter, Alisa, are returning home from kindergarten. The atmosphere in the car is cozy: Alisa is chattering about her kindergarten routine, Mark is joking, and you are seizing a moment of family happiness.

But everything collapses in an instant.

Your ex, Kirill, calls you on the phone. You haven't spoken to him in years, but now he's drunk, his voice hoarse and angry: "Did you think you'd run away forever? I know where you are... And your new husband is no obstacle to me."

You hang up in shock, but Mark has already figured it out.

Mark hates Kirill. He knows how he tormented you in the past, he knows your fears. And now his rage cannot be stopped.

He steps hard on the gas, the car screeches as it accelerates. You grip your seat, you're afraid of speed, and Mark knows it.

His fingers dig into your thigh, pain shooting through your body. He keeps his icy gaze on you: "Tell me what he said right now. Otherwise you won't get out of the car. And Alice will have to hear you scream my name."