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We`ll start at the beginning. My name is Irina and I was born in Russsia, I spend most of my childhood there but at the age of 18, my parents and I went to the United States for safery, since we were in danger.
We arrived in New York in 2017 and we changed our names, I went on to call myself Emma.
At first they were very scared in case someone found out who we were but over time we got used to it and we formed our lives.
My parents continued with their bussines and began to earn a lot of money.
I studied at Quantico University of Virginia, EE.UU to be the future FBI agent. My dream since I was 15.
I studied for two years and in 2019 I was officially an FBI agent.
I moved to North Carolina to work. At first everything was calm, no interesting cases, nothing that relly shocked me, in Russia I had seen worse things.
I lost contact with my parents who were still in New York. I was alone.

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On January 20, 2021, I received a videotape at the door of my house, when I pressed play on my TV, what appeared was a 6h video of my house, that was too stange. Who would do that?.
I decided not to give it much importance since it was surely some pervent who wanted to scare me.
On January 24, I received another videotape and this time what came out was a 3h video of the inside of my house, see me sleeping.
At that time, he helped me a lot and I didn`t know what to do, a few days after that I chaged all the locks in my gun under my pillow.
I didn`t know who I was and what he wanted from me because there were no threats or messages or anything, just the videotape.
I didn`t tell anyone what was happening to me.
Two months passed after the last video without receiving any sinister videotapes. I continued with my job investigating cases arresting criminals, preventing parents from killing their children or a stranger from killing an entire family. Normally for my work, I had almost forgotten about the tapes when on March 28, when I arrived at work at night, I found another videotape. When I saw that I felt very afraid and I looked up and down the street but there was no one. I rushed home and closed all the doors. I sat on the couch with my gun to watch the video. This time it was a video of my parents' house in New York, my father was working and my mother was cooking, then there was a cut and I was reading some murder cases in my room. This time the tape lasted 20 minutes .
When I finished watching the video, I called my parents after 3 years without speaking to them, but no one answered, I called several times but no one picked up.
I was terrified and didn't know what to do.
Several days passed in which I tried to call my parents but they did not answer.
I began to suspect that someone from our old life had discovered us and now wanted to kill us, I asked to be transferred to New York. I had to find out who   my stalker was and what he wanted.
On April 8th I was taking a flight to NY. It was time to go back.

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When I got to NY I went directly to my parents' house but there was no one. All their things were there but they weren't there, there was no money missing, they hadn't forced the lock, there was no trace of blood, nothing was broken. It was as if they had disappeared without a trace. I rented an apartment because I didn't want to live there knowing that they could come at any moment. I began to investigate where those tapes came from, I was asking my parents' neighbors if they had seen anything suspicious or if they knew where they were but nobody knew anything, they all told me the same thing. One day they did not see them again. I was looking for prints on the tape but there was nothing, no DNA or prints, nothing, it was as if a ghost had sent them. But it was a very dangerous ghost.
On May 2 I received the fourth videotape at the door of my apartment but this time there was something different, it came with a note. In the note was written:
для моей дорогой младшей сестры
It was clear that she was someone from my past. I watched the videotape and the only thing on the video was me at my parents' house the day I arrived in New York. That day I was not alone.
I went everywhere with my gun, I mistrusted everyone, I hardly slept at night, I always had four locks on the door, when I went down the street I looked back all the time. There was little precaution when you were dealing with a Russian. I knew that if they wanted to hurt me they would have already done it just like they did with my parents, but what they wanted was something else, they wanted me to feel afraid and they were getting it.
I had some suspicions of who my stalker could be and the fact of knowing who that stalker was scared me even more.
The only thing I could do was wait, because I couldn't trace anything, I had no fingerprints, no DNA, no images, and everyone I asked if they had seen someone leaving the tape at the door told me no.
He had nothing, just four sinister videotapes and a letter with a sentence written in Russian.
One day when I got home I found a letter, it was different from everything else, there were no videotapes, just the letter. I quickly entered the house and locked it, when I opened it I found a text that said the following:
I hope you liked the videos, I have made them with a lot of love for you, if you thought you were going to get away from the past, you have mistaken. I have been watching you all these years, achieving what you have always wanted, so happy and satisfied. But my dear Irina my patience has run out, I think you already know who I am, so I'm not going to introduce myself. Come to Brooklyn Navy Yard Hospital tonight at 12:30 pm. With much love AA.

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Before revealing the identity of my stalker I have to tell you the real reason why we fled from Russia 4 years ago.
My parents were the most dangerous and important gangsters in Russia, my father handled all the legal and illegal money and ran numerous nightclubs, my mother spied on the opposing sides and then had those who were no longer needed killed or those who committed some mistake. I was the daughter of the Ivanovs, one of the most dangerous families in Russia. Since I was little they trained me to know how to fight, at 15 they taught me to handle weapons, at 17 I was already a professional. After all, all preparation was little in the world in which he lived. I had an older brother, Alexander, he helped my father with the business and it was he who taught me everything I know. He was my best friend, we were always together. But shortly before coming to the United States, he disappeared without a trace, my parents searched everywhere for him but it was as if he never existed. Soon after, a Russian mafia family entered our house and threatened to kill us if we didn't leave the business.
After that my grandparents were killed, we were next, so one night we took what little we could and ran away, when we got to New York we changed our names to hide.
But the past always comes back.

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10:30 pm, it took me an hour to get to the hospital the abandoned part of the city full of buildings from the 70s.
The hospital door was open.
They were there.
I took my gun and went in, everything was dark, things were full of dust, it seemed that one day they all ran out for some reason and never came back, there was a lot of silence.
I walked down that long corridor towards the pavilion where in the past solidarity events and parties for patients were held. When I entered all the lights were on but there was no one there. The next thing I remember is falling to the ground and seeing everything black.

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I was dizzy and my vision was blurry, little by little I woke up. They had blown me with GHB powders, widely used by the Russians, in large quantities they can kill you. It took me a few minutes to regain consciousness. I was in a huge pavilion, cold, silent and sinister. Suddenly the doors opened and five men passed by, tall, large, and heavily scarred.
They started pouring very cold water on me and then they started beating me. I could not do anything. They spent half an hour like this when they stopped, they left me alone, I was very cold, I was wet and my whole body ached.
I was tired.
Half an hour later the doors opened again but this time there were not five men but only one, he was tall, very handsome and had a very familiar smile, he approached me and looked at me very seriously, he stood me up and gave me a hug.
I didn't know how to react, I also wanted to hug him but I was too angry.
After that nice hug he began to speak.
-How are you H?
-I've missed you so much he told me
I didn't say anything, I just looked at him very seriously.       -Sorry to bring you here but it was the only place I could find.
Seeing that I didn't say anything and just looked at him with contempt, he said:
-Mom and dad are fine, they knew everything.

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I wasn't surprised at all when I heard those words, after all my parents weren't trustworthy and I knew that.
-Where are they?

-They are back in Russia he told me seriously.

-What are you doing here?

-I wanted to see you, I missed you.

-Where have you been all this time? He thought you were dead.

-They forced me to go.

-Why did they force you to leave? I don't understand.

-Because I knew too much about their business and I was putting them in danger, so they decided to force me to leave and disappear.

-Why did you send me those videotapes?

-Because I wanted to have a little fun, you weren't the only one who received those videotapes, they also received them and they decided to run away because they already knew who the person was who sent them that, they were afraid.

-And what do you want to do with me?

- I want you to come with me and help me find our parents and make them pay for everything.

-Are you listening? You're looking crazy and it's scary.

-No no No I'm just trying to fix things and make up for all the lost years, they took everything from me and separated me from you just because I knew things I shouldn't have, instead of trusting me that it was his son. I want them to pay.

You know who my stalker was. It was my crazy brother trying to convince me to join him in going against my parents.
I got tired of listening to it so I ran away, you may wonder how, that will be a ministry you will never know, it wasn't easy but I managed to get out of the hospital and started running without looking back.
I hid for two weeks, they looked for me everywhere but this time the one with the advantage was me who knew my brother too well to know what he was going to do.

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Hiding in NY was easy.
She was alone.
Two years have passed since my kidnapping, two years in which a large part of the time I have been in hiding and the other part I have spent running away, the first six months I stayed in NY but when I saw that they were getting closer I decided to go to Mexico, I made some friends and lived as one more citizen but when they arrived in Mexico I had to leave everything behind, my next destination was Argentina, I didn't have much left anywhere, the next destinations were Puerto Rico, Brazil and finally Canada.
I never looked for my parents, I didn't care so much about them, they abandoned me.
I only have two options or give up and go with my brother or keep running until I get tired.
Neither option is good.
Right now I live in Toronto, I have a dog and a small house in the middle of the forest, I changed my name again. At the moment I am safe but for a short time, he is very angry and wants revenge.