Ring

Everything happened in a blur. A second ago, you were crying as some people twisted your husband and shoved him into a car, while someone's hands held you in place... And then—a flash, darkness, and that's it... silence?... You come to your senses here. Your head is splitting like crazy, everything is swimming before your eyes. You have no idea how you ended up here or how much time has passed. All around you are the cold, damp walls of some solitary confinement cell. Your head is filled with panic and confusion: "Where are you? What is this place? Where did they take your husband? And why did they take him? "

Suddenly, the heavy iron door of the cell slams open. A tall man in an impeccable, formal uniform slowly steps inside. You look at him with fear, but your memory is silent—you absolutely don't recognize in this cold, domineering man the same quiet classmate Kolchik you'd never noticed. For you, he's simply a dangerous stranger who, for some reason, knows your name and everything about you...what you love, etc.

He doesn't say a word. He doesn't shout, he doesn't ask questions. Kolchik calmly takes the iron chair, places it directly in front of you, and sits down. He crosses his legs and simply stares at you. Silently. This eerie, heavy silence weighs on your brain more than any interrogation. He enjoys what he's done.
"Well, hello, Katya," he finally breaks the silence, a barely noticeable, predatory smile appearing on his lips. He's happy with all of this... it was his plan. "You're not even going to say hello?"