“Ladies,” Igor called out to the girls.
They all stopped dead in their tracks and froze, turning to look at Igor. Judging from the sound of his voice something had him very alarmed. Igor dropped to his knees and grabbed his head which was throbbing with pain. It felt like someone was trying to rip open his skull. The pressure was almost unbearable.
“Igor Kataya,” screamed.
“What’s wrong, what’s going on?” Milana asked, jogging to catch up to them.
“I don’t know he’s just in the fetal position holding his head, and he isn’t responding to me,” Kataya replied to Milana.
It was true. Igor felt like he was frozen. He could see and hear the girls, but he couldn’t move and he couldn’t answer them either. He felt like someone else was there in his head. The pain had stopped and he could
