Hi everyone. I’m Vika—though at home they call me Vitya. Either it’s because of my character or because they really wanted a son so badly. But even here I messed up all the plans for my family. I also have a sketchbook and an entire pencil case full of pencils that I never part with. The only thing is, the pencils are all the same color—black. But each one has its own purpose. Just like people. So on that day I was simply drawing. Yes, in a bad mood. Possibly a very bad one. But how was I supposed to know that harmless drawing could lead to such consequences… I didn’t want this.