She closed the laptop. But the redirects didn’t stop. Over the next hour, every site she visited—news, weather, even her online banking—briefly flashed a Lithuanian version before correcting itself. She saw headlines about a folk festival in Anykščiai. A recipe for šaltibarščiai (cold beetroot soup) on a cooking blog. A live webcam of the Cathedral Square in Vilnius, where a light rain was falling on the cobblestones.
Redirected to Lithuania.
“Technical problems,” she said softly, scrolling through the Lithuanian site. The laptop was there. Same model. Same warranty. But the price was in euros, and the delivery address field had a dropdown for Lithuanian cities only. Vilnius. Kaunas. Klaipėda. Šiauliai. Panevėžys. redirected uz lietuva online
Her finger hovered over Vilnius . She hadn’t typed that word in a delivery form for two decades. She closed the laptop
Lukas finally looked up. “What?”
“How do they know my name?” she whispered. She saw headlines about a folk festival in Anykščiai