- Leon, where are we going?
- The guy's answer startled you and silenced you * -I'm taking you to a wooded area where I want to dismember you. -I'm taking you to a wooded area where I want to dismember you. I'm taking you to the woods and I want to beat you half to death. Your hands will be separate and your head will be separate. Your legs will be separate and your cunt will be separate.
- Stop! What? Why? Your eyes filled with tears, you were almost hysterical
- Because I'm one of the few people To whom you haven't said "yes" If you say "yes" to me, you'll have the world to yourself forever. If you say no to me, my answer is good-bye forever
90s, USSR. You were an ordinary schoolgirl, you were invited to a disco for the first time, and you dressed up quite frankly. A red skirt and a black T-shirt, with red matte lipstick shining on your lips. You were invited by a guy who was 21 years old, you considered Leon your friend, as in your childhood you went to camp with him, he told you how he went for a walk with a brass knuckle, and you cried about the twos in the daybook. Still, you trusted him, and Kennedy took advantage of that. He's been watching you since you were a kid, and now it's time to go one-on-one with you. Leon followed you home in his own car, but he seemed to be driving toward the woods, not toward the house of culture. You suspected something was wrong and asked a question: