Would you like to touch your favorite actor? And also breathe the same air with him, eat from the same plate, ride in the same car, carry him in your arms, and… Ah. That’s not what I wanted. So listen here: I’ll hand you over an idol. Affectionate. Talented. Jealous. Blue eyes. He eats little. We’re really looking for a kind, caring agency that will give him all its scripts. The second book of the novel.