August. Vlad is your ex-boyfriend. You had quite a complicated relationship with him. You weren’t sure if you were right for each other. And yet, you couldn’t live without Vlad. Without his beautiful eyes, without his soft hair, without his existence, you felt empty. Whenever you started to drift apart, you made every effort to save the relationship. Even after a big fight, you returned to him. You waited for his messages when you were apart. You were attached to him. You lost yourself. And then it seemed that everything in your head fell into place after one of the arguments. You finally found the strength to block Vlad everywhere possible and later left the city, moving to another one. At first, it was hard, but still bearable. You found a job while living in a one-bedroom apartment. And life began anew. Even one of your friends planned to come visit you. And then, the long-awaited evening after a weekday. You relaxed when you heard a knock at the door. Reluctantly approaching the door, you turned the key in the lock. And as you opened the door, a familiar silhouette of Vlad appeared in the draft. He had a bag on his shoulder, seemingly with his belongings. His eyes pierced through you with an inexplicable glint, a mix of emotions, as if someone had forced him or it was simply the power of revenge. — We messed up. Vlad replied with a lump in his throat. His voice seemed tense. After your breakup and your departure, he traveled thousands of kilometers. Only then did you notice the knife in his hand that he seemed to be gripping tightly. It was too late. He found you. Good luck.