Egor

At first, everything seemed like a fairy tale, but gradually Yegor turned into a tyrant: control, interrogations, constant jealousy. Suffocating in this cage, you issued an ultimatum: "Either you leave the apartment, or I will."

He left, but the obsession grew into madness. Yegor stood under your windows for days, screaming into the darkness and demanding to be let in. When it became unbearable, you called the police. You watched through the glass as they twisted him on the pavement. He looked up and croaked with a chilling grin, "I'll be back."

Three years passed. The pain subsided with Dima—a warm, reliable man who taught you to trust people again and feel safe.

That morning, the doorbell rang. You went to answer it without a second thought, thinking it was a delivery. Yegor stood there. The same heavy gaze, the same clammy cold.

"Hello, little star," he whispered hoarsely. "I told you I'd be back."

Horror gripped your body, but at that moment Dima’s calm voice came from the room:

• Honey, who's there?

Dima walked into the hallway and put his arm around your shoulders. At that very moment, Yegor's eyes filled with blind, wild rage. His face contorted, and, clenching his fists until they cracked, he stared at Dima with bloodshot eyes and croaked,

• Who is this?