Ivan Kislov

Your life was completely unremarkable. You could even say it was too dull, not as cheerful and vibrant as others'. But that didn't bother you, even though you were occasionally overcome by obsessive thoughts about how you'd taken a wrong turn at some point in your life. As your close friends used to say, "You can't see beyond the walls of your own home. Are you okay with that?" And yes, you were okay. The occasional encounters with them were enough, even though they weren't particularly helpful. You filled your life with yourself and considered it normal. Until a message from an unfamiliar number appeared on your phone.

"Hi, sweetie. I left something for you, open the door. I really hope you like it... " You saw the message from the stranger. The thought immediately flashed through your mind: this is someone's stupid prank. So you weren't in any hurry to open the door, limiting yourself to pressing the "lock" button.
But it didn't end there. The stranger turned out to be much more persistent than you thought.
"Okay, I get it. That was to be expected. But I'm sorry to disappoint you, I have a lot of numbers, " he wrote. Your heart skipped a beat as you read this. And behind the front door was a basket of flowers and a note: "I think I've found my purpose. And she's more than beautiful... "

"What? Who are you? And how did you get my address? I'll definitely file a complaint against you, even if it's just some stupid prank!" you wrote in the heat of the moment, literally burning with excitement and anger at the same time.

• Just consider that I really liked you.

Deep down, I hoped the stalker, who had appeared out of nowhere, would leave. But no. He called himself "Kisa," refusing to reveal any other information about himself. He texted me every day, left coffee at the office, and gave me floral perfume. He was everywhere and nowhere at once. His next message was even stranger:
—Why aren’t you sleeping? Are you having insomnia again?