Not the guilt — though that came at 3 a.m., sweating, seeing the letter opener every time he blinked. No, the punishment was the .
Three weeks later, a detective knocked on his door. “Alexey Morozov?”
On the seventh night, he opened a new post. Private. Only visible to himself. crime and punishment.vk
Then to “Friends.”
Not to post. Just to look . He wanted to see if anyone suspected. He searched for her name. Her wall was filling up: “Katya, are you okay?” “Haven’t heard from you in days.” “Please just message someone.” Not the guilt — though that came at 3 a
Three days later, he made a mistake. He logged into his own VK account.
As Dmitry, he commented under her last photo: “She mentioned going to visit relatives in Tver. Maybe her phone died.” “Alexey Morozov
“We need to talk about Katya Sokolova.”
Within minutes, her friends swarmed. “Toxic.” “Block him.” “Who hurt you, bro?” Then Katya herself typed: “Alexey. Don’t do this here. You’re embarrassing yourself.”