The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
Violetta, who hired herself out as a nanny to the family of successful businessman Stas, knew that. And although the nursemaid did not have to rock a baby — the boy was already too old for that — control over the household’s life passed into her hands. Everything stopped following the order established by the mistress of the house. Relations within the family grew strained to the limit.
Was the old woman to blame, having deliberately wedged herself into the life of the young couple and with suspicious delight taken to patching holes in the family ship? Or were the skeletons hidden in the closet at fault, the existence of which the spouses themselves had already forgotten?