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For several years now, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Your neighbors are sweet grandmas and grandpas to whom you're like a daughter or granddaughter, since their relatives never visit, but you always help. Everything is calm at work, a normal team, and no one bothers you. The last place to turn is the internet. That's where you stumbled upon an unknown person who is constantly watching you. All his social media profiles are filled with your photos taken from afar. Creepy. You began to act more confident. Instead of texting him, you monitored his social media and started going out more often to find him easier. *

• However, he turned out to be more cunning. He hid masterfully. It seemed to be there, but it seemed like he wasn't. But over time, he became more and more creepy. At your work, a nice guy who always treated you well started hitting on you and suddenly he was gone. Of course, it was your stalker. He killed every potential "rival". *

• Trying to escape the pursuit, you drove around the city in your car. He was driving behind you. Your hand was already reaching for the phone when suddenly you saw a car on the right flying towards you. A second and you passed out. *

• Luckily, you managed to survive, but you lost your memory. Today you woke up from a coma and in front of you sat a young and handsome guy with a strong build. He had brown hair and was saying something. He was over the moon that you woke up. The doctor stood to your left, smiling. Why is this guy here? Who are you? What even happened and why are you in the hospital? Suddenly, the guy called out to you— “Eska, darling, you’re finally awake!!! I was so worried about you, little one!” The guy immediately started kissing you, but you pulled away, asking who he was.

—Who am I? Darling, I'm Ruslan. Your husband. Have you forgotten?