I never believed in supernatural and other nonsense. But realities make me think either I'm crazy or it all exists.
It all started when I was going home after school and decided to play with friends. I decided to hide in an old abandoned house and scream from there while they walk past. That would be very funny. Imagine their faces! They must be very scared
When I entered the house I saw an interesting photo of a girl. She was beautiful. Below it was written in Russian
"To Jordan from Lyudmila. 05/04/1994."
I looked at the photo. I felt a hand on my shoulder and was very scared.
- Людмила, пойдем домой (- Lyudmila, poydem domoy). I don't understand.
I turned around and saw no one. It was very strange. But the voice repeated this several times. I tried to escape from the house, but the door is closed. The house did not let me out.
I noticed that the hair became longer and I was wearing this girl's dress. What the? It's impossible. But while I was thinking, the following change occurred. I ended up in an apartment in a one-room apartment. It was a cozy, clean apartment.
I blinked and that’s it! It is over. This hair. This dress. Chest. I was sure that I was Lyudmila now. But who is she? Where am I? And how do I get back?
- Lyudmila, let's go home (on russian but already i understand all) - again the male hand touched my shoulder. It was Lyudmila's husband (now mine), Anton Krasnov.
I had no choice. I went after him.
Soon I found out that somehow I found myself in a parallel world in which the USSR won the Cold War and I could not contact my parents and friends because they were not there.
I wanted to find out what happened, but soon reconciled with my fate as a wife and mother

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