Sun, Nov 21, 2004
Well, my parents gave me a name. Imagine the combination - Viola Tarakanova. But my family and friends just call me Vilka (Fork). It's hard for me to live with such a name, chronically unlucky. Rather, I was unlucky until the day when I met a girl who had lost her memory on the street. From that moment on, my whole life changed. Deciding to find Vera's relatives, I found that I had found my real calling. I used to love reading detective stories, but now I realized that there is nothing more interesting than being a detective myself. As soon as I pulled the first lead of this case, I came across 5 corpses at once. Yes, my first investigation starts cool.
