Jenna: Nikita, are you ready to begin?

*Nikita's mind wanders off...*

💭Nikita: Collapsing into the constellation of our bloodline.

The screams of the past lurk within your mind. As you move along the darkest roads of this storyline.

So now we know...

Jenna: Nikita??? Nikita???

Nikita? Did you hear me? Are you ready to begin?

*Nikita clears his mind*

Nikita: Um... yes, let's start.

I need to tell you every single detail... so pay close attention.

• 👉June 3rd, 1990 → Go to Page 2.

Pavel: Niki, I don't want to do any of this homework.

Nikita: Brother, papa will be mad if we skip our homework...

Pavel: Mrs. Ivanov gave us three pages this time...

Nikita: I know, I know, but it's not that hard to do.

Pavel: When we get home, can you help me practice?

Nikita: Sure, but then we have to do the work.

Pavel: Do you think mama was serious about the beaches?

Nikita: The vacation?

Pavel: Yeah, she said we would go to Venezuela, remember?

Nikita: Yeah, she said it was one of the prettiest places on Earth!

Pavel: Let's remind her when we get home.

*Continue walking home from school.*

Pavel: Niki, I wonder how hot it is in Venezuela.

Nikita: I think it's like summer here, but all the time.

Pavel: No winter, that's weird...

*Continue walking.*

Pavel: Mama! Guess what!?

Nikita: Mama? Papa? Where are they?

Pavel: Niki, look... all the chairs are broken...

At the time I had no idea what was going on... I was just as surprised as my brother...

So, naturally, I just called out for my mom and dad... as did my brother.

Pavel: Where are they, Niki?

Nikita: Mama? Papa? Where are they?

What should we do?

Pavel: Niki, should we call police to be safe?

Nikita: The phone isn't working, Pavel.

Pavel: Let's wait until they come back.

Nikita: It doesn't feel right, why is our stuff broken?

Pavel: Maybe Mama and Papa got into a fight.

Nikita: Yeah, I guess.

Pavel: Who broke the phone?

My seven-year-old mind couldn't come to this conclusion... but the real reason the phone didn't work is because someone cut the phone line.

Nikita: Maybe when they fought they broken the phone.

Pavel: Okay, let's wait a couple hours, and I bet Mama will be back.

Nikita: Yeah, you wanted to practice your fighting skills, right?

Pavel: Yeah, I need to work on my kick.

Nikita: Okay, then we can finish our schoolwork.

Memory: Volkov Family

• 🔍Recall Sergei Volkov. → Go to Page 3.
• 🔍Recall Sergei Volkov the morning before June 3rd. → Go to Page 4.
• 🔍Recall best memories with Sergei. → Go to Page 5.
• 🔍Recall Tonya Volkov. → Go to Page 6.

Memory: The House

• 🔍Recall the house from memory. → Go to Page 7.
• 🔍Recall the damaged items. → Go to Page 8.
• 🔍Recall going outside with Paul Volkov. → Go to Page 9.
• 🔍Recall emotions from that day. → Go to Page 10.

My dad was the kind of man who just wanted his sons to be happy. I know this because even though he was an expert at hand-to-hand combat and encouraged Pavel and myself to be the same... to protect ourselves, he never forced me to be something I'm not. I was always interested in solving problems and puzzles with my mind. My brother took a liking to perfecting his fighting skills, and yet even though I was different, my dad genuinely loved both Pavel and I equally.

This is why this destroyed my childhood... this mystery ate at my mind all day every day because the morning before he and my mom vanished, literally nothing was different or weird. Everything was just as it was supposed to be. But, when we came back from school, they were gone... and they were gone forever. I never saw them again.

Sorry, Jenna, it's so hard to talk about this, even after all these years... I'm still feeling the voice in my life.

My mom was the perfect mother... she instilled confidence in us but still punished us if we misbehaved to make sure we grew up to be good people. When my mother was taken from me, it really left a dent in my mind. I began feeling vengeful at times, sad at other times, but above all... I just never understood why it had to be my brother and I who lost everything. My mom gave off such a kind and warm aura, it felt incredibly nightmarish when she was taken from us.

What I didn't know back then was that it was so clear that a break-in had occurred. The house had broken furniture and broken doors. A part of me just didn't want to believe it back then... but my parents were taken from me, at a very young age.

I remember my brother and I distinctly looking at the dining room chairs and seeing splinters and broken wood fragments. The backdoor was also severely damaged. Sometimes, I wish I looked around more, then I'd remember more... but I also remember the phone not working, because we couldn't get a hold of the police.

I remember going outside with my brother so he could practice his fighting skills. There was another detail that was very concerning which I hadn't considered when I was a child. I remember that the gate in the backyard had been operated and it looked damaged. I can remember the brisk wind enveloping my face and hair, and the sweat from my brother's forehead as he trained his hand-to-hand combat.

There's really nothing like remembering every tiny detail about the day that your parents vanished... but not being able to do anything about it. Each day I regret not doing something differently. I was only seven years old but if I was older when all this took place, I'm sure I could have solved the mystery of their disappearance. It's hard to say everything happens for a particular reason... sometimes it feels like there isn't any logic at all to this world. Losing both parents at age seven damaged my mental health severely... it's really probably the reason I'm where I am today.