Oh, should I write instead of a detective story a philosophical novel on the theme: “What is bad luck and how to fight it?” Bad luck hit not only me—Violetta Tarakanova—but also my household. Yielding to my friend Anka’s persuasion, I, Tomochka, and the kids went to rest in her “estate” with the poetic name Pyrlovka. Besides the fact that here there’s a toilet behind a bush, a shower in the bus, and gas in canisters, I managed to get myself tangled in a nasty story while running from the local dogs. But if we’re serious, I was foolish enough to climb onto the attic of someone else’s cottage and free a girl named Mila from there. The girl escaped, and her suitor found the wallet I had forgotten at his place—a wallet with a business card containing Anka’s coordinates. Now it’s curtains for her and me. I rushed to search for my friend, but it seems I’m too late—Anka has been kidnapped. We have to free her, and to do that we need to find Mila, who I hope remembers the address of her fiancé. But who knew Mila would be that kind of “gift”…!