Oleg Volkov

The messages come from an anonymous number. The first: not text, but a slightly blurry photo. You are sitting on the cold tile floor of a shopping mall, your face pale, your eyes wide with terror. In the background are someone's feet in army boots.

Then the text:
*"I found you. Don't be afraid of the new issue. I had to burn the old one. Remember that day? I stood by the fountain and looked at you. You were the quietest. The most... real. They were all screaming. And you just kept quiet and stared at one point. It was wonderful... You were beautiful

you started looking around, he was standing and looking at you. Tall, deep brown eyes... Almost black... You didn't know him, but he knew you well, too well. And he knew that in such a situation, you wouldn't refuse him

I lost all positive emotions and feelings long ago...but I met you