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For two days, he didn’t sleep. He scrubbed the apartment, wore gloves, wiped down the doorframe, took her phone, deleted their chat, and posted a final status from her account : “Taking a break from social media. Need to think. Don’t write.”

And then came the suggested friends : Katya’s mother. Katya’s best friend. The detective who had just made a VK page under a fake name (Alexey noticed — the account was two days old and had only three profile photos, all generic). The algorithm didn't know it was building a cage around him. It just kept recommending connections.

Three days later, he made a mistake. He logged into his own VK account. crime and punishment.vk

He didn’t mean to kill her. But when he showed up at her apartment that night, the old letter opener from her desk ended up in her chest before either of them fully understood what was happening.

The lie felt electric. He was controlling the narrative. He was inside the crime scene, walking around unseen. For two days, he didn’t sleep

“You know,” the detective said, leaning back, “we wouldn’t have had enough to arrest you without this. The physical evidence was messy. But a written confession, saved on a Russian social network’s cloud? That’s iron , my friend. That’s punishment.”

As Dmitry, he commented under her last photo: “She mentioned going to visit relatives in Tver. Maybe her phone died.” Don’t write

Every day, the algorithm showed him memories . “One year ago today, you and Katya went to that concert.” “Five years ago, you joined the group ‘Philosophy of Despair.’” “Katya liked your post from 2018.”