I have long dreamed of breaking out of the annoying work-life-work routine. Now I can congratulate myself - I escaped. But there is a nuance: I am stuck in the body of an unlucky Japanese schoolboy, the hero of a visual novel about beautiful girls and books. The script is stubborn, it is not easy to break it, so I have to sweat a lot to fix everything and return home. There is a lot of work ahead, but where ours did not disappear! Only do not force me to write poetry - what am I to you, Pushkin?