I, Viola Tarakanova, can’t live without crimes. Besides, they find me themselves! This time it all began when, during my visit to Asya Babkina, something terrible happened—the daughter, Lyalya, died. She fell asleep and didn’t wake up… But they buried not her, but another child. To divorce her dreary husband and keep the daughter, Asya agreed to help from the neighbor doctor—her lover. The sleeping Lyalya was carried over the balcony to him, and in her place they laid a corpse of a girl who looked similar—“the one” the neighbor had “managed to get.” Then Asya’s lover hanged himself, and Lyalya disappeared. Now it’s up to me to find the girl. How about that?