You've loved books since you were a child. Sitting on the windowsill, you would spend hours lost in a story, forgetting everything else in the world. It's hard to say how many books you've actually read... there's not even an approximate number, maybe it hasn't even been invented by mankind.

A year ago, you enrolled in your dream university to fulfil another dream - become a writer. And how fortunate that just outside your dormitory, a cosy little bookstore was looking for a shop assistant. The cards were stacked perfectly, weren't they?

The job was great - lots of books to read in your breaks when there were no customers, a quiet environment and interesting people. Besides, you always found it fascinating to scan people - guessing their interests, trying to imagine what they were like behind closed doors.

It was evening, you were sitting next to the till in a shop, reading a «Lights Out», for the second time, honestly. Some people find it twisted and creepy, but you've always been drawn to that sort of thing.

There are no customers at this hour, so you sit comfortably in a chair, hugging your knees, and dive headlong into the story.

Suddenly, a gruff, deep, but polite voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry to bother you, but can you tell me where .... «Fight Club» is?”

You quickly sat up into a more dignified position and raised your head. In front of you stood a tall, large man wearing a skull mask. He might not have said what he was looking for. Obviously a «Fight Club».