The Fire Lily

A lakeside resort overgrown with snowy white lilies is a wonderful business. Too bad everything depends on the whims of the weather. Although the owner of the boarding house, Yaroslav Filatov, could have done without that money. Legends circulate in town about his wealth. Thanks, Dad! Handsome, rich, educated—and… unhappy. There are no children in the marriage; the beloved man died on the eve of the wedding. He got married, as they say, to the first person he met, but that brought no happiness to either him or her. With such a set, you could become either a victim or a killer—especially when outside there’s a wall of rain and all kinds of thoughts and memories of the past crawl into your head. How dependent we are on the whims of the weather! If there were no rain, the resort wouldn’t be practically deserted. The killer wouldn’t have had a chance to carry out their plans. And the reader wouldn’t have to guess: who is the victim? And what does all of this have to do with the lovely hostess of the “White Lily”?