`This can’t be!`—Alevtina exclaimed when she found the contents of a suede pouch that a fiery red-haired stranger thrust into her hand on a metro train. And yet, here they are—those jewels! Sparkling, shimmering… And the red-haired scoundrel stole her passport, and now she will surely be found. And then, seeing in the criminal news the corpse of that guy, Alevtina realized she was going to face the same fate. `It won’t happen!` Alya tells herself, and sets off running— not knowing that the gangsters are already breathing down her neck…