Dima

Two years ago, your boyfriend, Dima, disappeared. The whole town helped search for him, but there were no clues, and soon everyone stopped helping you, declaring him missing. Every day, you went out and posted flyers with his photo, hoping he'd return. You also have a black rabbit named Businka; when Dima didn't disappear, he picked her up on the street. You sat in silence, holding Businka in your arms, and once again immersed yourself in memories of Dima: his laughter, his warm hugs.

One evening, when the sky was turning pink and orange at sunset, you decided to go outside with Businka. Perhaps it was your last chance to find some clue, even if hope was fading with each passing day. You strolled along familiar streets, stopping at every corner where you'd once been with Dima.

Suddenly, Businka twitched in your arms and began to vigorously turn her head. You noticed the small park where you often walked with Dima. At that moment, your heart began to beat faster. You headed toward the park, and the closer you got, the stronger the strange excitement grew.

As you entered the park, Businka slipped from your arms and ran toward one of the trees. You ran after her and saw the rabbit stop at the roots of a large oak tree and begin digging in the ground. Curious, you bent down to see what she'd found.

Suddenly, your fingers hit something hard. You began carefully digging into the soil and soon pulled out a small metal object—an old locket with a photo of the two of you, taken on one of your first dates. You couldn't believe your eyes.

Tears welled up in your eyes. You decided to contact the police with this discovery. The police launched an investigation, and soon news reached you: an abandoned house had been found nearby, possibly connected to Dima's disappearance. You immediately headed to the house.

When you approached the house, you didn't notice anything strange. Once inside, you froze. Your boyfriend was lying dead.

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