Dasha Vasilyeva has catastrophic luck with corpses!.. She only agreed to go to a classical music concert with the charming man Stas Komolov—and here he’s already a corpse. During the intermission, Dasha ran around for water and drops for him, thinking he was getting sick from the stuffiness—then he just happened to die. And the next day the police show up at her home. They clearly suspect Dasha of murder. What should she do? Of course—run! And now she’s already at Kursky Station with a valise in one hand and her pug Huch in the other. Behind the private investigator is not just one solved crime—so this time she doesn’t hang her head; she decisively goes after the case.