I'll find you anyway.

 When I was a kid, I had a friend, a funny, mischievous girl. When we were 12 years old, she and her parents moved to Kiev, and we never saw each other again.

And so, many years later, I found out that she had returned to Moscow. We called and met. She looks great, looking for a job. When asked about the reason for returning to the capital, she told the following story. And I wish I hadn't asked.…

Her name is, say, Larisa. When she was 19, she had an affair. The kid was a young, handsome student. Naturally, he's poor, without a stake or a yard. The love was hot, there was even sex, and it was very great, but... an older and richer man turned up for her, and she dumped the student. He began to suffer, crying, begging, calling, waiting at the entrance at night, throwing himself on his knees in front of her. But she wasn't paying attention. I decided to marry a rich man.

The day before the bachelorette party, the student called Larisa and said that he would be the eternal shadow of her marriage if she did not change her mind. He committed suicide by hanging himself under her window on a baby swing on Larisa's wedding night. They buried him and cried. Over time, they began to forget.

Only every night before the start of her menstrual cycle, Larisa saw a familiar silhouette in the window. She was worried, afraid, and crying. Her husband laughed and comforted her. As soon as Larisa became pregnant, the silhouette in the window disappeared. But he started coming to her bed! She would wake up to the unbearable smell of a rotting body and see a misty silhouette slipping away to the window. I had a miscarriage, and so on two more times.

The rich man left Larisa after four years of marriage. Two months later, she found out about her new pregnancy. Without telling anyone, she came to Moscow to visit her relatives, hoping to have a baby here. Every night she dreams of a student who turns over everything in her room with the words: "Where are you? I'll find you anyway!"

It seemed to me that my friend's mental health was not all right, we said goodbye, and I rushed home. I came out of the entrance, waiting for my husband to pick me up. It's dark and creepy outside. But here comes the headlights of our car. Andrew, finally!!! I took a step towards the car... and then suddenly a man appeared in front of me, as if he had grown out of the ground. Short and very thin.

He asks if you know which entrance 222nd apartment is in. I automatically answer, "No!" and quickly get into my lover's car. And then I realize that this stranger stinks terribly, is he really a bum?

But he was asking for Larisa's apartment!