You are a high school student. You were sitting at your desk tonight, bent over your notebooks and textbooks. Technical drawing. Damn sketching. The damn three kinds. You didn't have time to finish the drawing in class, so you had to pick up the drawing and finish it at home. A broken pair of compasses, three different gnawed pencils, and rulers. Of course, the complete disorganization of your workplace.

You're puffing away at this damn drawing, the lines didn't converge, you barely built a circle in the middle of this damn cast-iron part: "How is it okay to draw this damn hole..." you mumbled irritably to yourself, curled up in three pieces over a low wooden table. And then you heard a strange voice: "This is not a hole, this is a bore!" You sharply disperse your attention and look somewhere behind your back. Your face is distorted from shock, as there is some strange man standing behind you. Completely white with strange patterns on the body and a hole close to the bottom of the abdomen. Something confuses you and then you realize how similar it is to the drawing from your homework. You look back at the piece of paper, this damn drawing has disappeared from the paper!