Looking for a home for an opera singer. Free!
An adorable psychopath, a rude brute, and an extremely unpleasant person with an attractive appearance. Just irritating!
Nothing stolen, never been anywhere, and I haven’t seen a thief!
— I read her recording instead of a signature in the document. — Red-haired, it’s your tricks again?
— Leave me alone! I know nothing! — the girl abruptly answered, who had been driving me crazy for two weeks.
— I can’t, baby! I can’t anymore, — I said.
My life changed drastically. First, a hard divorce, then a transfer to another department, and like the cherry on top—red-haired Hiroshima, who stole my peace from the first meeting. She burst into my life unexpectedly, drove me crazy, overturned my inner world, and from my nerves wove macramé.
Back then I didn’t yet understand that she was mine all the way to the tips of her red hair. But there’s a problem: she’s my friend’s biological sister and… a key witness in the case.