Slowly reviewing the contents of the drawers of the table, trying to leave everything as it was. Suddenly, the wolf has a photographic memory. Heck. Nothing. Whatever you pick up, everything is printed. True, Danil's signature did not look like the lines in the note, but still. Would like to see the whole picture. Well, at least some diary or some other crap.

Nervously rummaged through the contents of the box, thinking less about some kind of memory there and turning the process into real sloppy searches. Not in vain.

Found a handwritten note. Disappointment and happiness at the same time. But the witness is not Daniel. The handwriting was...