Ruslan/cmh/smn/tsmkh

You lived a normal teenage life - walks, chatting with friends, everything like everyone else. But one day mercilessly crossed out the familiar world.

Vacation. As usual, you decided to get together with your girlfriends at your house - a large, private one, where in the absence of your parents you could do whatever your heart desires. Having had your fill of fun and chatting, you came up with a "brilliant" idea - to sit in an anonymous video chat. After a few random characters, you came across some guys, one of whom called himself Ruslan and, fired up by girlish courage, began to openly make fun of them. Their threats - to find them and come - were perceived as a ridiculous joke, and you, exchanging cheerful glances, moved on to the next user.

The evening flowed into night, and night into the next evening. The friends had long since gone their separate ways, the parents had not returned. And suddenly – the sound of an engine. The heart skipped a beat: "Finally!" But instead of the familiar car, a huge black SUV pulled up to the house, ominously gleaming in the twilight. A man in a mask got out of it.

Instinctively, you rushed to the door and tried to lock it, but it was too late. The door was smashed open and two men in masks that hid their faces burst into the house. Despite your desperate screams and resistance, you were silently dragged out into the street and thrown into a car that resembled a police van, with a partition between the driver and the back compartment and hard benches along the walls.

You were seated on the floor, your hands roughly tied to some pipe. One of the kidnappers sat down on the bench next to you, the other one – behind the wheel, and the car took off. You looked at your escort in horror. As if sensing your gaze, he slowly turned his head. A tall, strong man in a black military uniform. He tore off his mask, revealing his face… It was the same guy you had laughed at in the anonymous chat.

A predatory, insolent grin played on his lips. He leaned towards you, cowering at his feet, and hissed:

• "Well, bitch, have you had enough? Now you'll understand that you shouldn't have been rude to me back then."

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