The chunk 229 The message -993-

Ольга вернулась, наконец, в Сейфбук. Она просмотрела все посты Ахмеда. 30/September/21
He looked older in new videos. His smile became sarcastic. He, probably, had changed his smartphone: the coloristic of the videos was cold, blue-green, he looked like a corpse of himself as if somebody dyed blue the bright stripe he was following in his life.
He seemed nervous, unhappy, and old.
Warts and wrinkles on his face were noticeable. His eyes looked shrunken. She found he looked unpleasant to her. Olga discovered that the next day after Olga deactivated her account on SB, he posted the photo: he was applying to his partner Ude-hishigi-te-gatame technique in Aikido training. She used this exact photo earlier for her poster "Othello" when she studied design, where Ahmed was in the role of Othello. He stood strangling Olga in her bed. Ahmed posted the cropped photo of hands which she sent him earlier a long time ago on Telegram, a year before she did the poster. So, Ahmed saved the photo then.
"It is interesting, why was it exactly this one photo!?" Olga thought.
Also, Ahmed ceased to make videos of his car driving for a while.

10.10.2021
Hello, Ahmed.
It's Saturday today. I had a short working day so returned home at 6 pm.
There was nobody at home. I shoot many selfies for Safebook: in two weeks I'll post all I collected last month when I deleted the page. I have to log on to the account so it won't be deleted forever: I want to continue posting my chunks in the new year as I promised.
So I'll be online or even live on Safebook for one day, several hours. I still find I am not photogenic. The photos are horrible. But I am really not perfect and I don't want to fake it. I am still fighting with my modesty.
Tonight he came into my room to ask about our daughter. You remember she is studying in Saint-Petersburg's High Economic School now, don't you?
He returned to live in my flat again. I allow him because he is the father of her and he gave me a lot of goodness during our life together. We are separated now but we didn't become enemies although we are so far from each other and live in different worlds.
He came and said pointing at the place in my bed which was his earlier: "Oh, ..and here used to sleep a fear-man, didn't he?"
All the time he tries to kiss my cheek or to touch my legs, neck, ears, or hands. He started to compliment me. But I don't allow him to go further by my strict and puritan look, you know. Sometimes he says that I'll get married soon and some man will replace him here.
Actually, I'll never bring another man in the flat. This flat is my daughter's. I will never spoil the place.
Now I am thinking about you as if you are a dead man. You died for me. It is sad.
All my future chunks are going to be a kind of reminiscences about the future...the future being in a black hole...where I — is eternal naught for you. Actually, I have nothing in myself to sell to you even if I eagerly would like to.
Ольга еще 10 сентября обещала на своей странице Safebook что до начала следующего года она не выложит ни одного поста. Она устала. И все же, когда она чувствовала потребность выговориться, она говорила в онлайн-видео и сразу скрывала их ото всех. Кто-то успевал посмотреть и оставить лайки, потому что иногда приходили заказчики и видео надолго оставалось доступным для просмотра.
Из других аккаунтов она часто наблюдала за страницей Ахмеда, до конца года. Сумасшедшая.