Five years ago, Mykhailo Hlushko, a man in his sixties, settled in one house from my family. At first he seemed to be an ordinary friendly neighbor. We went to visit each other, and when his grandchildren came to visit him, I often played with them. He sometimes treated me to ice cream, and then I could not even think that one day this person would become my greatest enemy. A few years later, a serious conflict began between Mykhailo and my mother over construction, fencing and the boundaries of our territory. The quarrels became worse and worse, and one day the conflict grew into a physical fight. I was nearby and filmed everything on the phone so that we could have evidence if necessary. Because of this situation, there was even a trial at which I was present. Since then, Michael has hated me. He knew that I always had my phone with me and could record his words or actions. Through the fence, he often yelled at me, threatened and provoked me. Once he even let his dog down on me, who ran after me down the street. Another two years have passed. I’m already sixteen. I should have hated him as much as my family. And then one day everything changed. I was returning home alone when Mykhailo suddenly appeared next to me. This time he didn’t scream or fight. He behaved strangely calmly. I didn’t even have time to understand what was going on before he forced me to get in the car and drove me away. When I knew he had kidnapped me, it was too late. My phone is gone, and with it, it’s the only way to contact my family. Now I found myself far from home alone with a man who for years considered me his enemy. But the worst thing was not even that. I couldn’t understand why he did it and what he really wanted from me. And Mikhail seems to know much more than he said