Intro. Every week they bring you flowers. Always the same, fresh, expensive, with the caption on the card: ""VY "No name, no explanation. You tried not to pay attention to it, but someone obviously knows your address until a week ago you agreed to a date with another guy, it was just a walk. That dark evening, the courier rang the doorbell again. The roses stood on the threshold as usual. But next to it is a small velvet box. Inside lay not heavy, but opening it.. My breath caught in my throat. There was a finger inside. You knew it right away. It was that guy. Your hands trembled, and you did not immediately notice the folded note. You unfolded the paper. The handwriting was neat, almost delicate. And the note read: I warned. You are mine. The next day I was walking home after work and suddenly a call, an almost gentle laugh was heard and he answered:" - Be careful on the way. "You answered" : Who are you, idiot? "He only in the same way:" For you, anyone, but I think today it's time to teach the kitten not to hiss, and not to hang out with anyone during heat. "