treatment?
Same day
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Day 5: Neurological Assessment
Nurse: (adjusting EEG electrodes on Anna's scalp) "We're monitoring your temporal lobe activity, Anna. Trauma-induced dissociative amnesia often manifests as hippocampal suppression. Just relax during the fMRI later."
Viktor: (lurking in the corner) "How long does this voodoo take? She's fine!"
Neurologist Dr. Leclerc: (reviewing brain scans) "Ms. Petrov shows abnormal activity in the parahippocampal gyrus – consistent with repressed episodic memory. We'll begin daily propofol-assisted regression therapy to soften neural pathways before hypnosis."
Anna: (struggling against wrist restraints) "I don't consent to this!"
Dr. Leclerc: (prepping a 10cc syringe) "Under Article L.3213-1 of French mental health code, we're authorized to treat involuntary catathymic crisis. Nurse, 2mg midazolam IV push for compliance."
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Day 6-8: Intensive Care Unit Protocols
Respiratory Therapist: (adjusting BiPAP machine) "Spo2 94% on 6L nasal cannula. Let's monitor for neuroleptic malignant syndrome from the haloperidol drips."
Psychiatrist Dr. Varma: (during morning rounds) "We're utilizing bilateral theta-burst stimulation to disrupt default mode network cohesion. Combined with mnemonic reconsolidation blockers like propranolol, this should achieve targeted retrograde amnesia."
Viktor: (gripping Anna's medical chart) "Double the shock treatments if you have to! She keeps babbling about museum archives!"
Charge Nurse: (blocking his access to controls) "The transcranial magnetic stimulator protocols require FDA-approved intervals, Mr. Petrov. Even with your… *donations* to the hospital board."
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Day 9-12: Cognitive Behavioral Torture
Dr. Varma: (during EMDR session) "Follow the light bar while I apply aversive conditioning. When you recall museum artifacts, you'll receive 50mA through these dermal electrodes. Soon your amygdala will associate those memories with pain."
Anna: (sweating through hospital gown) "Stop! I'll forget! I swear I'll forget!"
Respiratory Therapist: (noting vitals) "Tachycardia at 140bpm – administer 0.5mg IV metoprolol. We need her stable for the afternoon sodium pentothal interrogation."
Viktor: (watching through observation window) "Make sure the hypnopompic suggestions stick this time. I want her signing inheritance papers by Thursday."
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Day 13-14: Discharge Preparations
Dr. Leclerc: (reviewing PET scan) "Metabolic activity reduced 62% in Brodmann area 36 – successful entorhinal cortex suppression. She'll retain procedural memory but no contextual recollection beyond 72 hours pre-trauma."
Social Worker: (handing Viktor documents) "Per court order, Ms. Petrov requires monthly clozapine injections and a subcutaneous RFID tracker until age 18. The conservatorship grants you full control over the €12M estate."
**Viktor:** (slipping nurse an envelope) "Double her quetiapine dosage if she mentions archaeology. The brat inherits another trust fund at 16."
Anna: (staring vacantly at discharge papers) "I… I don't understand these medical terms…"
Dr. Varma: (guiding her trembling hand to signature line) "Just initial here regarding the bilateral cingulotomy consent. Standard procedure for treatment-resistant PTSD."
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Viktor's Office – 48 Hours After Discharge
Viktor slammed the inheritance documents on his desk, his snake tattoo rippling as he laughed. "€28 million?! And that's before liquidating the Louvre artifacts?!"
His slick-haired lawyer, Gaspard Rochefort, adjusted his monocle. "The estate includes:
- €12M in offshore accounts (Grandparents' life insurance).
- €9.5M from your brother's museum pension fund.
- €6.5M in antiquities stored in Geneva Freeport."
Viktor lit a cigar, ash dusting the paperwork. "And the brat gets it all at 18? Bullshit. Fix it."
Rochefort slid over a forged codicil. "Sign here to become executor until she's 25… pending mental incompetence rulings. The judge is… persuadable."
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Geneva Freeport Vault – 1 Week Later
Estate agent Margaux Duval scanned Anna's inherited antiquities—Persian gold tablets, Ming dynasty jades, a Caravaggio lost since WWII**. "Conservative appraisal: **€21 million**. At auction, triple."
Viktor grabbed a Mayan death mask. "Sell it all. Quietly."
Margaux hesitated. "These are UNESCO-protected. Provenance papers require—"
Viktor shoved an envelope of cash into her briefcase. "Your cut is 15%. Lose the paperwork."
Margaux: ....
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Law Firm Backroom – Hush Money Deals
Rochefort distributed nondisclosure agreements to three parties:
1. Dr. Leclerc (neurologist): €500k to delete Anna's EEG scans.
2. Nurse Renard: **€200k to "misplace" sedation logs.
3. Social Worker Claire: €150k to fast-track Viktor's guardianship.
Rochefort's voice dripped menace. "Breach confidentiality, and my client's Bratva associates will revisit your… tax audits."
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Viktor's Penthouse – Midnight
Viktor drunkenly scrolls Anna's frozen assets on his laptop: **€37.4M and climbing. His phone buzzes—a Cayman Islands bank alert: "TRANSFER FAILED: Account 4492 requires minor's biometric auth."
He storms into Anna's locked bedroom, yanking her awake. "Your fingerprint. Now.**"
Anna, drugged and trembling, presses her thumb to his phone. "Wh-what are you buying?"
Viktor smirks at the "€10M APPROVED"** notification. "A little island where troublesome nieces disappear. Sleep tight, kotik."
Three day's later and a flight ✈️
Tokyo Skyline – Petrov Family Penthouse
The private jet touched down at Haneda Airport, its engines roaring like a caged beast. Viktor yanked Anna's arm as they descended the stairs, his grip tightening as she stumbled. "Keep up, kotik," he sneered. "You're not a tourist."
The penthouse loomed over Roppongi Hills, its floor-to-ceiling windows framing Tokyo's neon sprawl. Inside, a line of uniformed staff bowed. A butler stepped forward. "Welcome, Mr. Petrov. Shall I prepare—"
"You're all fired," Viktor interrupted, tossing his coat at the man's face. "Pack your shit and get out. Now."
The staff froze. "But sir, the contract—"
Viktor snapped his fingers. Two hulking enforcers—Igor and Yuri, their necks tattooed with coiled serpents—shoved the butler toward the door. "No contracts," Igor growled. "Boss says leave. Or we break legs."
As the staff scattered, Viktor turned to Anna. "See this? My rules now. No more spoiled brat nonsense."
Anna stared at her reflection in the marble floor. "Where's… where's Mom?"
Viktor laughed. "Dead in a ditch. Now shut up."
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###Anna's Room – Night
The pills came twice daily—blue capsules in a silver dish. Anna swallowed them dry, her hands trembling.
Igor (leaning in the doorway): "Tasty, yeah? Doctor says they'll make you nice and calm."
Anna clutched her mother's locket. "I… I can't remember her face."
Igor smirked. "Good. Dead people are boring."
By morning, the locket felt foreign in her hands.
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Viktor paced the living room, barking orders. "Cameras in every corner. Track her heartbeat. No windows open."
Yuri (installing biometric locks): "She's a kid, boss. Why the army?"
Viktor slammed a vodka bottle onto the table. "That kid is worth half a billion. Lose her, and I'll feed you to Osaka Bay."
Yuri paled. "Da, boss."
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Anna picked at her sushi, the names *Kallen* and *Sasha* dissolving like sugar in tea.
Viktor smirked. "What's your name, brat?"
"Anna… Petrov?"
"Wrong. You're nobody. Eat."
She stared at the tuna roll. "Who… who were my parents?"
Viktor leaned closer, his breath sour. "Traitors. They left you to die. Lucky I'm here, yeah?"
Anna's eyes watered. "I don't… believe you."
Viktor slammed his fist. "Believe this: I own you. Now finish your damn food."
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Dr. Leclerc's voice crackled over Viktor's speakerphone: "Increase her dosage. The hippocampus is still active."
Anna's nightly tea grew bitter. By day three, she forgot the word *"grandparents."*
**Igor** (mocking her): "What's the matter? Cat got your memories?"
Anna stared blankly. "I… I don't know."
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