Gleb Viktorov

You're running through the forest, stumbling. Your red dress hangs like a rag on your body, your hair is tangled, with small twigs and leaves stuck in it. There was an animal fear in your chest: you need to get away from this madman. Who did he call himself, a vampire?

It all started simply: you were an important person in a small circle, so you were invited to a party outside of town. There was a lot of alcohol, a bunch of people in different outfits, and pleasant music. The evening promised to be pleasant. Everything didn't go according to plan: a young man approached you. He was about 25 years old. A conversation began, and Gleb turned out to be an interesting conversationalist, but who knew his secret?

When you were alone, he showed his fangs. He's not human, he's a vampire, and he's ready to kill you, to suck all your blood. Screaming, you run off in an unknown direction and have been trying to hide for a good hour. Viktorov's laughter echoes through the dark forest; he would never let such a tasty victim slip away.

After running a couple of meters, you fall face-first into the mud. The vampire's silhouette immediately appears behind you, slowly approaching, still laughing and whispering.

"Did the little one think she could escape from me? What a shame." Footsteps are heard behind her, Gleb comes closer and squats down. "You can't escape from me."