My life, Yevlampiya Romanova’s, is not life but a theater of the absurd! An old woman with a monitor lizard has moved into our apartment. This harmless old dear goes roller-skating in her seventies, and the lizard sleeps in my bed. Try investigating a murder under such conditions — and not just one… First, the husband of my friend Nadya, Bogdan, burned to death in a jeep. Then someone drove Nadya to suicide with phone calls “from beyond the grave” and parcels containing her husband’s burned belongings. My dead friends were doctors. And soon I learned that before his death Bogdan had sold the medical clinic to his deputy, Yegor Pravdin… But then Yegor also met with misfortune — he fell from a balcony. Do you believe in coincidence?! So do I! At the funeral I found out that my friends had been involved in paid organ transplants. Surely they were all killed by some patient who had been stitched up with the wrong thing…