Дорога домой

Subbotniĭ vecher, nachalo odinnadt͡satogo. Dzhuls Tannberg dezhurit v volonterskoĭ telefonnoĭ sluzhbe nochnogo soprovozhdenii͡a dli͡a zhenshchin, kotorym stalo strashno po puti domoĭ, i oni nuzhdai͡utsi͡a v virtualʹnom poputchike. Legkoĭ dobrozhelatelʹnoĭ besedoĭ on sozdast vpechatlenie, chto zhenshchina ne odna v temnykh pustynnykh ugolkakh goroda, a pri neobkhodimosti vyzovet pomoshchʹ. No pri po-nastoi͡ashchemu opasnoĭ dli͡a zhizni situat͡sii si͡uda eshche nikto ne obrashchalsi͡a. Do segodni͡ashnego vechera, kogda Dzhuls otvetil na zvonok Klary. Molodai͡a zhenshchina do smerti napugana. Ona utverzhdaet, chto ee presleduet muzhchina, kotoryĭ uzhe odnazhdy napal na nee i krovʹi͡u napisal na stene spalʹni datu: denʹ smerti Klary! I do nastuplenii͡a ėtogo dni͡a ostalosʹ menee dvukh chasov. . .

Saturday evening, a little after ten. Jules Tannberg is on duty at the volunteer telephone night escort service for women who have become scared on their way home and need a virtual companion. With a light, friendly conversation, he will create the impression that the woman is not alone in the dark, deserted corners of the city, and, if necessary, will call for help. But no one has ever come here in a truly life-threatening situation. Until tonight, when Jules answered Clara's call. The young woman is scared to death. She claims that she is being stalked by a man who has already attacked her once and wrote the date on the bedroom wall in blood: the day of Clara's death! And there are less than two hours left until that day . . .