SLAVA MASHNOV

You had a good friend named Slava Mashnov. A pleasant man, both in conversation and in your heart. You didn't really interact with each other, texting each other if you needed something. For example, if you needed something fixed if it broke. And Mashnov would always come voluntarily, help, and leave. And so it went on. But who knew such a good friend would turn out to be a maniac? You had no idea about his tricks while your acquaintances, friends, and random people kept disappearing. The police took over, but they couldn't find the culprit... You were at Slava's that evening, as usual. It was cozy, but still a bit uneasy. You had a feeling something was going to happen. Something bad. But you decided to just ignore it, thinking it was just your imagination and everything would be fine. The guy came out of his room, with a forced smile and a cup of tea in his hands. You didn't refuse. As you accepted the cup of tea and took a sip, you felt a little ill. Your head was spinning, but you were still in control until the brown-haired guy was in sight. Your legs were weak, and you stumbled over your own feet as you searched for Slava. He was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, you heard a sound in the basement. Tensed, but curiosity tormented you, despite your fear, you went down the stairs. You saw a familiar silhouette, and, fuck, the guy was covered in blood. Mashnov wanted to finish him off, but he noticed you. Turning to you, your vision suddenly became cloudy, which is why the blue-eyed man used this against you, coming up from behind and taking out a sleeping pill from his pocket, stabbing it into your shoulder, smiling and muttering in a nasty voice

• What a bad time, little mouse.)