Eight girls from the volleyball team — daughters of influential people — broke the arm of a poor pianist, destroying her future; but what her father, a colonel, did shocked everyone 🫣😱
The phone rang in the middle of the day as Viktor was returning from the training ground. An unknown number, a few short rings, a stranger’s voice, far too calm for such words:
— Your daughter is in the hospital. Come immediately.
A few minutes later, a second call came through. This time he recognized the voice instantly. Kristi spoke quietly, as if every word caused her pain:
— Dad… they ruined my hands. I will never play the piano again.
In twenty-two years of service, Viktor had been through a lot, but he felt fear for the first time precisely at that moment — when he heard the tremor in his own daughter’s voice.
Kristina was the only meaning of his life after his wife’s death. Kristi adored playing the piano. Music was not just a hobby for her, it was her future. And now that future had been shattered in the school locker room.
The headmistress refused to call the police. She spoke of a “children’s conflict,” of “emotions,” of a “misunderstanding,” keeping silent about only one thing: among the eight attackers was her own daughter.
Viktor clenched the steering wheel of his old, battered pickup until his knuckles turned white and turned the car toward the elite neighborhood. He did not shout or threaten. Inside, everything was cold and empty, like before a combat operation.
The medical room was filled with a heavy smell of iodine and fear. Kristi sat hunched over, her hands wrapped in bandages. Her fingers barely moved, her face was swollen from tears.
The nurse quietly explained that it had not been a random fight. The girl had been deliberately ambushed in the locker room. Eight players from the volleyball team, daughters of influential parents, had decided to “teach the pianist a lesson.”
The X-rays left no room for illusion. The injuries were severe, and a full recovery was highly uncertain. Perhaps Kristi would never be able to play as she once did.
Viktor straightened up. His shoulders squared, his gaze turned icy. He understood the main thing: those ill-mannered children had not just broken hands — they had broken his daughter’s future.
What Viktor did to those arrogant girls left everyone in complete horror. 😨😱 Continuation in the first comment 👇👇
He did not go to the police. He did not cause a scandal. He did not touch a single one of the girls.
Viktor dealt with the parents.
He methodically gathered information: businesses, accounts, old contracts, hidden assets, affairs, “gray” schemes, forgotten signatures on important documents. He worked quietly, without emotion, as he was used to doing in service.
Within a week, one father suddenly became the subject of a corruption investigation. Another had his accounts frozen “pending clarification.”
A third was asked to leave his position because of revelations that had previously been kept silent. The fourth began to have problems with the tax authorities.
No one connected these events with one another.
When Viktor returned to the school, he placed the medical report, the statements, and a neatly organized folder of documents on the headmistress’s desk.
— You should not protect your children from responsibility, he said calmly. — You need to learn how to raise them.
All eight families suddenly became cooperative. The girls were expelled. The parents paid for treatment, rehabilitation, and compensation. And most importantly, no one spoke anymore about “childish pranks.”
Viktor did not seek revenge. He simply reminded adults that they themselves are responsible for raising their children.
