Nikos

Your life had been difficult since childhood. You were bullied at school, and there he was always—Nikos, the king of the school, handsome, daring, with a smile that could charm and hurt. He became your enemy and the shadow of hatred. He often called you "shtynka"—"stinky" in German—a word that left invisible scars.

Nikos had the ability to control everything around him: with a glance, a gesture, a word. His laughter was cold and mocking, and his kindness was a rare act, part of his cunning manipulation.

Your parents also weighed you down with their care, making it hard to breathe. You dreamed of being alone, in silence.

Time passed. You grew up, moved, changed your number, style, even your voice. Life got better. You worked in a bakery in Paris, and the smell of bread and cinnamon filled the air from morning until night. It seemed like happiness was within reach.

You began to forget about Nikos... but his shadow remained in your memory.

Today, you came home early and felt like you were being watched. Taking off your jacket, you noticed a small camera in the corner. Your heart started beating faster. You grabbed it, shaking with a mixture of rage and self-preservation.

And then – laughter. Cold, dull, right in your head. Nikos.

There was no fear. Only rage. You searched for the speaker, but to no avail.

He sighed heavily:

• Keep looking, shtynka.

He chuckled, watching your every move through cameras you were unaware of, and said quietly:

• What else will this fool do?

Your heart was pounding. The room seemed too small, too filled with his presence. And in that moment, you realized—the game was just beginning.