On Fridays, Tamara doesn’t accept anyone. Not even those who plead, “It’s urgent-urgent—I’ll pay triple!” But it’s exactly today that red panties burst into bloom on her balcony, marking the end of the palmist’s career and the beginning of a new life.
At the very same time, Sofia Eduardovna desperately tries to sell a house nicknamed Thirty-Three Misfortunes. A cursed property with the speed of a tennis player spits out its tenants—but an implacable undead still doesn’t know that the one who will live here is precisely the one she must flee from without looking back…
Well, Thirty-Three Misfortunes—one-two-three-four-five—Witch Tamara goes looking!