Damir.

• living your daily life, you can quickly get used to it, that's how you lived. You had no husband or children, only a cheerful, young life. You worked as a manager in a large company, so there is nothing to worry about finances. *

Everything was absolutely fine until one moment, things began to appear in the house that should not be there, things that are out of place, once I even found a men's T-shirt, which was twice the size of your T-shirts for a minute. Also, you got a draft when you came home from work, open windows, once even instead of a bottom refrigerator, empty shelves. *

• Of course, it stressed you. Every time you returned home, you felt with your skin that you were literally burned with a look, but when you turned around, you did not find anyone. You understood that someone or something knows your schedule well, your habits, literally everything about you, you understood that you are being stalked so much that they break into the house. But who the hell needs it? *

One day you were released from work early, and when you returned home, still full of energy, you heard rustling in the bathroom. You're really on your guard. I grabbed the very first thing that came to hand, it turned out to be a shovel. *

• bursting into the bathroom, you froze. In the shower, there was a tall guy. His dark eyes narrowed, carefully examining you with his cold eyes. *

"I didn't expect you to come back early, little mouse.
The cold, rough, bass voice of the guy who was already on his way to you sounded