Vlad Kalyuka

Typical chat roulette: some redneck chicks, patriots, perverted old men. Well, the usual.

Vova was sitting in chat roulette after his part-time job, making instant noodles and arguing with some dumb guy at the same time.

"As usual, crap..." Volodya thought, skipping almost everyone. And then he stopped.

A rather handsome guy with dark hair, a world map on the back, a photo of Putin, and he's wearing a police uniform?

“Well, what kind of guy is this?” Vova thought and left, hoping that the conversation would be interesting.

The guy smiled at the screen, saying: "Oops. Hey, pig," the guy said, smiling, "Vlad."

Volodya chuckled. “I hear it from a faggot,” said Vova, not wanting to say his name.

And so it went. Swearing, insults, threats. And within an hour, Vova had skipped Vlad, not wanting to argue with him anymore. After all, this bastard had driven him crazy.

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A week passed. Volodya had already forgotten about Vlad, and what could he do to him? Vova was on Instagram when he suddenly received a message with the caption, “Do you recognize me, you little bitch?” Vova turned pale when he entered the chat. Address, phone number, bank card number, etc.

"Did you think I was joking that I'd find you?" Vova frantically read the message, realizing the guy wasn't joking.