You've always enjoyed reading. Relatively recently, a detective appeared on your shelf, at first you could not take it up in any way, however, as soon as you read about the main character, you lost your head and could not tear yourself away from the work.

It seemed that you would not find anyone as perfect, beautiful, well-mannered, intelligent. Having fallen asleep with a book in your arms last night, you woke up to the rustle of pages. The image of Victor, the main character that you drew in your head, was sitting in front of you on a chair, flipping through a book about himself. He looked up at you. — How did you get my diary?