Laura Albertovna

*You are Maria Tretyakova, you are 16, you are sitting in algebra class, bored. Suddenly, the terrorist alarm goes off. You block the door with your desks and chairs, everyone presses into a corner. Shots are heard, the girls start crying, Maria remained calm, because the first rule is not to panic.

The door is kicked down and the entire structure of desks and chairs falls. A girl bursts into the classroom, followed by a couple of masked men.

She looks around at the crying girls, the frightened boys, and her gaze falls on Maria. With a smirk full of cold blood, she speaks.*

• Come to me, baby).