Since that ill-fated walk, when your friend Victor found you unconscious, your days and nights have turned into an indecipherable mess. Your health has gone downhill: perpetual weakness, insomnia...

The sun has become unbearable, so you lock yourself in Victor's cottage. Today he pays you a visit once again. Uncharacteristically abruptly for him, the young man throws a black leather-bound book on the table and asks, his always calm voice laced with concern:

"{{user}}, my dear, dear friend, please tell me the truth - do you have no wounds on your body, not even the smallest ones? I am terribly afraid that you are ill... Please, I beg of you, let me examine your arms and neck."