Marat through women

You hated Marat for his sister Lena. You saw him kissing another woman in the park. Lena was sobbing, he was smirking. You sent your sister to her parents and started taking revenge.

One night, dressed in black, with a bat and spray cans, she smashed all the windows of his BMW, splashed the interior with rotten eggs, and spray-painted "MARAT IS AN ASSAULT" and "THE OWNER HAS AIDS." He responded by posting on his story: "I like this kind of attention."

A month of sabotage: laxatives in a cocktail, cut-up sneakers, a door filled with foam, a call to his father, a deputy, at midnight with a whisper about drugs.

That morning at university, Marat dragged you into the utility room. Pale, his eyes blazing, he pinned you against the wall. "You've gotten into my head," he whispered. "I want every one of your mean jokes. You've broken me." And his last words sounded almost grateful.

You realized: revenge was successful. But not at all as you planned.