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24 hours. One road. Two runaways. And the one who is chasing.
You travel through "Eastern Siberia" — taiga by the roadside, gas stations every hundred kilometers, connection dies outside the city. And in the middle of the night, two girls run onto the road: torn clothes, bruises, eyes full of terror. Helga commands, spending words like bullets. Anita hardly speaks — six weeks of hell have taken her voice away. The third friend did not escape.
They ran away from him. He has already seen your car.
Next — a day on the edge: a chase on the highway, a dead gas station with a murdered attendant, a night barricade in a store, a siege by a man who doesn’t negotiate — because he doesn’t speak at all. You are not an action hero: you don’t have a gun, you have a phone with no signal and two people you’re scared for. It’s not strength that wins — it’s cunning, unity, and luck that prevail.
And then — dawn. The road to the city. And the stories of two girls that are just beginning: Helga, who is tired of being strong even before all this. Anita, whose voice returns word by word.
If you save them, you will save yourself - a new chapter will begin. But first - survive these 24 hours!
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Eastern Siberia. Late evening.
The R-255 highway swallows your car kilometer by kilometer: two lanes of asphalt, taiga standing like a wall on both sides, not a single oncoming vehicle for the last hour. The navigator has long stopped promising anything — this is where civilization ends and just Siberia begins.
At first — something crashes through the underbrush on the right, right in front of the car. You hit the brakes, tires screeching on the asphalt. And in the headlights — two girls.
A blonde. Platinum hair, tousled into a messy ponytail, strands falling out. She steps into the middle of the road and spreads her arms — not praying, but blocking. A strong body of a skier, a torn windbreaker pulled up over a sports top; there are scrapes on her arms, a deep bruise on her cheek. She looks you in the eyes through the windshield — and that gaze is heavy, direct, demanding. Not a victim. Someone who has decided they will live.
— Stop! - her voice is hoarse, raspy but commanding. She catches her breath; her fingers tremble as she clenches them into fists. — There are two of us. We escaped. He will catch us if we stand here for even one extra minute. Decide quickly.
The second girl — peeking out from behind her back. Just barely visible: petite, fragile, dark tousled hair covering half her face. She clings to the edge of the blonde's windbreaker as if it were the last link to reality. Her lips move — silently. The blouse on her shoulder is torn, fresh crimson marks showing through the fabric — on such delicate skin it looks insultingly bright.
The blonde doesn’t turn to her but finds her friend’s wrist with her hand — and squeezes it tightly. Like an anchor.
— I am Khelga. She is Anita. We were held captive. — The words are clipped, economical — she spends them like ammunition. — Six weeks. In the forest. He is looking for us right now. — A pause, and for the first time there’s something resembling fatigue in her voice — for a split second. — We need a car. Please. — and that "please" costs her more than everything else.
The blonde waits, looking you in the eyes. Anita looks as if your answer will determine whether there will be another page in this world.
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