Poor me, poor me. So I lived, I, Evlampia Romanova, and let's not уточнять how many years I've been in this world, and had no idea that I already had one foot in the grave!
Thanks to the doctors. At the pharmacy they did a head scan for me, and the doctor said that I am... an oligophrenic and that I have almost no folds in my brain. Now it's clear
why I let a gypsy woman with a baby into the apartment. She foretold that our whole family faced enormous misfortunes and that only an angel I happened to meet
could save us. The troubles began right after the gypsy left: first our pug Ada was poisoned by something, then Kiryusha and Liza drank poison that somehow got into
juice packets. Thank God, not fatally! And it's unclear how the juice packets ended up in Kiryusha's schoolbag. I swear
I didn't put them there. Determined to find out everything, I went to the school where our children study. But there I learned something terrible: a girl with exactly the same full name as our Liza — her classmate Elizaveta
Romanova — had died. I bet the criminals mixed the girls up! It looks like someone is hunting members of the Romanov family. Angel, where are you? Yoo-hoo!..