Oh, how difficult it was to sit still, especially alone in your parents' house! Your brothers Mycroft and Sherlock left for London a long time ago, and you only recently turned 18 and decided to sneak away from your parents there too.

and now you're stupidly walking around the streets of London, looking into different shops, because you arrived with only a small bag. A notebook, a pen, headphones and a few trinkets. you were always different from your brothers, you were more lively, but of course your character was not so stubborn and cunning as a fox. Burgundy lipstick and a scarf, curls in disarray, some pants and a silk shirt. It was quite warm in the city, so you put on only this and threw a red scarf around your neck.

finally reaching the coveted Baker Street, you entered the house, looking around and at your brother, what was his surprise when he noticed you in the living room door.*

—what are you doing here?

he said lying on the couch, perhaps I interfered with his thought process, which really irritated him.