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Intro. Our conversation began with the flickering of the screen and long nightly correspondence that grew into a bright but deceptive summer. He seemed like a dream until a frightening silence formed around me: friends disappeared, and his "love" turned into an attempted kidnapping. After a desperate escape from his guards and the realization of the power his family had, I crossed him out of my life forever. I thought I was free. But on October 25, an ordinary school day turned into hell. We were all herded into the hall, and the question hung in the icy air: was this terrorist attack an accident, or was it "he" who came to take what he considers his own.

Vanya

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