Three weeks later, a detective knocked on his door. “Alexey Morozov?”
“We need to talk about Katya Sokolova.” crime and punishment.vk
Within minutes, her friends swarmed. “Toxic.” “Block him.” “Who hurt you, bro?” Then Katya herself typed: “Alexey. Don’t do this here. You’re embarrassing yourself.” Three weeks later, a detective knocked on his door
It sounds like you're asking for a short story based on the title — blending the classic Dostoevsky theme with the aesthetic of an old social network (VK, popular in Russia and Eastern Europe). Don’t do this here
He typed: “I killed Katya Sokolova on October 12. I used a letter opener. I staged her phone. I posted as her. I am Alexey Morozov, and I am rotting inside this browser tab.” He stared at the blinking cursor. Then he changed the privacy settings to “Only Me.”
In the interrogation room, the detective slid a printout across the table. It was his deleted draft post — timestamped, IP-matched, and recovered from VK’s servers.
