My ex-husband asks me to conduct an investigation for him! Well then, I’ll help Oleg out. Besides, I can’t stop wondering: who killed my recent acquaintance—especially since she was the full namesake of Viola Tarakanova. But the more closely I look, the clearer it becomes that she was nothing like the person she tried to appear to be. And she lied—horribly, how much she lied! She spun tales that would sell for three barrels’ worth. What secrets were hidden behind her pretty stories? And what does the mysterious country of Mongoto have to do with all this confusion?
The case is extremely complicated, and on top of that there’s the endless whirl of it all: couriers from different firms either deliver, for New Year, a funeral wreath “as a gift,” or they bring food that’s impossible to eat… And the journalists have even already “buried” the writer Viola Tarakanova!