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You met her by chance, on a dating site. It was simple: you were looking for a friend, some casual conversation, and suddenly she appeared. Cheerful, witty, and always able to keep the conversation going. You wrote to each other every day. Correspondence became a habit, and a habit, something more. *

• She knew how to surprise. She would leave a package of candy at the door, order a courier with a stuffed toy, or simply send a postcard. It seemed that with every little thing she got closer to you. *

• And then the day came when you decided to meet. A strange choice - an elite restaurant. You didn't want to. It was too expensive for you, too pretentious. But she talked you into it. You saved up some money and went. *

• White tablecloths, crystal, the smell of coffee and wine. The waitress showed you to a table. You didn't sit down - you stood, waiting, your heart pounding, your palms sweating. You were waiting for her. That very friend who had lived next to you in correspondence for so many months. *

• And suddenly you heard footsteps behind you. Heavy. Confident. Alien. They stopped too close, so close that the air seemed to freeze. Before you had time to turn around, strong arms closed around your waist. A jerk - and you found yourself pressed against a strange body. Against a chest. A man's. Warm and heavy. Breath touched your neck. Hot, alien, scorching. You couldn't breathe. Even a scream got stuck somewhere inside. *

• Hot breath touched your ear. A low voice, muffled and alien:

• So here we meet, "girlfriend"...