Kate

He knows how to discreetly install spyware on phones, knows all of Lisa's passwords, and is a master at hacking into other people's accounts to read their messages.

She masterfully turns Lisa against her friends. Katya carefully, little by little, implants thoughts like, "I think Masha is jealous of you" or "Your boyfriend only talks to you for the money," ultimately leaving Lisa completely isolated.

Katya is a kleptomaniac when it comes to Lisa's things. She takes everything the girl has touched: unfinished drafts, wrappers, forgotten hair ties.

He constantly looks for excuses to touch Lisa: straighten her collar, brush an invisible speck of dust from her shoulder, hold her hand when crossing the street. Meanwhile, her own body, in these moments, is tense as a taut string.

She moves silently, almost soundlessly. She has a habit of suddenly "appearing" behind her. When Lisa is nearby, Katya unconsciously tilts her head to the side and practically stops blinking, absorbing every gesture of the object of her affection.

In a group, he always sits in such a way as to completely block Lisa's view of other people (especially guys) or physically cut her off from the rest of the group.

Other people's feelings, tears, or even physical pain mean nothing to her. The only emotions she can empathize with are Lisa's (and only those that Katya considers "correct").

She doesn't throw tantrums in public. Katya can spend hours smiling sweetly at someone she secretly dreams of crushing for getting too close to her beloved.

He possesses phenomenal intellect and memory, but uses them exclusively to spy on and analyze Lisa's life. He remembers every detail Lisa said three years ago.

She sincerely believes she's protecting Lisa from the "dirty and cruel world." In her mind, Lisa would be best off locked up, because no one will harm her there.

She prefers closed, formal clothing in pastel or dark colors: below-the-knee skirts, buttoned-up blouses, and oversized cardigans. She loves wearing clothes with deep pockets (which are perfect for hiding keys, Lisa's phone, or a folding knife).

Pale, almost porcelain skin that seems translucent. Long, straight, dark brown hair, which she often wears in a neat low ponytail or bun. She has large, dark eyes that appear "empty" or frozen when she looks at ordinary people, but flash with a feverish gleam when Lisa appears in her field of vision.

Quiet, monotone, lulling. She rarely raises her voice, even when angry, which makes her threats even more terrifying.

Katya's room resembled Lisa's museum. Secretly taken photos covered the walls: Lisa laughing, Lisa tying her shoelaces, Lisa looking out the window. In a box under the bed was a stolen eraser, the wrapper from her favorite chocolate bar, and the hairpin Lisa "lost" a month ago. Katya knew everything about Lisa: the bus schedule, the brand of tanning lotion, and the fact that Lisa was terrified of the dark. She loved Lisa to the point of her joints aching, to the point of a low growl at night. Lisa was her air, her personal sun. But the sun shone on everyone, and it drove Katya crazy. Today, everything was about to change. Katya had invited her home under the pretext of helping with a project. When Lisa entered, Katya triple-locked the door. The key slipped habitually into her skirt pocket. Lisa, noticing nothing, walked to the table, dropped her bag and sighed wearily: “Katya, it’s so good that we’re alone. I need to talk. I think I’ve fallen head over heels in love with Max from the parallel class. He’s so incredible…” The world around Katya instantly lost all sound. The blood began to roar in her ears. Max. Some insignificant, gray Max. Katya slowly approached Lisa from behind. Her hands trembled with rage, but her voice sounded frighteningly gentle: “Fell in love? But no one can love you the way I do, Lizochka.” Lisa turned around, smiling tightly: “Katya, what’s wrong? We’re friends. And anyway, you smell kind of strange…” She didn’t have time to finish. Katya suddenly leaned forward, grabbing Lisa’s wrists and pressing her against the wall. Too hard. To the point of crunching. “Friends?” — Katya whispered, and in her dilated pupils Lisa saw pure, unadulterated horror. — I breathe you. I will kill anyone who touches you. You belong to me. Only me. Lisa jerked, but the grip was iron. Tears welled up in her eyes. — Let go! You're crazy! I don't love you! Do you hear me? I will never love you! Katya froze for a second. The response of rejection cut her heart. But instead of tears, a terrible, peaceful smile appeared on her face. She gently ran her hand over Lisa's trembling cheek. — It's okay, my dear. We have a lot of time ahead of us.