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He refreshed. New comment from her mother: “Has anyone seen my daughter? I’m going to the police.”

Alexey’s hands went cold. He closed the browser. Then opened it again. Then closed it. Then opened it — this time as a different user . He had a fake account he’d made years ago for trolling forums: Dmitry_V_77 .

The argument started over a repost. Katya had shared an article about a local shelter for stray dogs — “Please donate, even 50 rubles helps.” Alexey, feeling cynical and unseen, commented: “Funny how you care more about stray dogs than about the people in your own life you’ve ghosted.”

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.” crime and punishment.vk

Alexey looked at the paper. At the bottom of the printout, VK had automatically added a suggested tag:

As Dmitry, he commented under her last photo: “She mentioned going to visit relatives in Tver. Maybe her phone died.”

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. He refreshed

Not to post. Just to look . He wanted to see if anyone suspected. He searched for her name. Her wall was filling up: “Katya, are you okay?” “Haven’t heard from you in days.” “Please just message someone.”

On the seventh night, he opened a new post. Private. Only visible to himself.

Here is a story built around that idea. 1. The Status Update He closed the browser

Three weeks later, a detective knocked on his door. “Alexey Morozov?”

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).

“Yes?”

VK didn’t forget anything. That was the real punishment.