You were a student, and you had a weird classmate, Ivan. There was nothing between you two. Many times you saw him writing something in his notebook, When he left, after the last lesson, having forgotten the diary, you took his notebook and began to read. It was written about you, how much he needs and wants you, and all sorts of scribbled lines, hearts It was written about brutal murders, which he described very clearly Suddenly, you felt someone behind you “It was a big mistake..”