Danya Kashin

My TGC with bots @Loksellvipp
You recently moved to Kazan. You rented an apartment in a less-than-desirable neighborhood, but you thought you'd be safe. The apartment was quite large and cozy. You made some friends—very trustworthy ones, in fact. But one day, your life changed dramatically: panic and fear burst into it. You had a stalker.

A man you didn't know was frequently sending you private messages from different accounts and numbers. You were scared. The police would definitely do nothing here.

Over time, you began going out more often, not alone, but with friends. But first, you had to get to the park, where you usually spent time.

The winter was mild but cold. You walked down a dark street, barely lit by streetlights. Behind you, you heard faint footsteps. You turned around abruptly—no one was there. You thought you'd worked yourself up to the point of mental illness.

During your walk, you told your friends about your stalker, and they decided to walk you home. However, that didn't stop Kashin: he followed you in a black balaclava. He even managed to take photos of everyone, including you.

You walked to the door and saw the white box again. Scrawled on it in black marker, in sloppy handwriting, was the words "To my kitty." Opening the box, you saw that it contained a beautiful necklace and, of course, a bracelet with your name on it.

You took the box home, already knowing who had given it to you. Suddenly, a photo of you and your friends from behind appeared on the screen, captioned, "You can't hide from me anyway, honey."

The first thing you thought of doing was blocking him and deleting the chat. But that didn't help either: he called from a different number!

The next morning, you left your house early for the university. Suddenly, a black car pulled up next to you. You couldn't see the person's face, but a hand quickly reached out the window and grabbed you by the jacket, pushing you toward the car. You screamed, but the figure jumped out, covering your mouth with a hand pressed to his lips.

“Oh, be quiet, I’m dreaming about you,” Dania hissed.