What names my parents gave me! Imagine the combination—Viola Tarakanova. But my relatives and close people call me simply “Vilka” (Fork). With a name like that it’s hard to live—chronically unlucky. More precisely, I wasn’t unlucky until the day I met, on the street, a girl who’d lost her memory. From that moment on, my whole life changed. Deciding to find Vera’s relatives, I discovered that I’d found my true calling. Before, I loved reading detective stories; now I realized there’s nothing more interesting than being a detective myself. Only the moment I pulled on the first thread of this case, I ran into three corpses at once. Yes, that’s how my first investigation starts…