Poor me, poor me. That’s how I lived—Evlampiya Romanova—and let’s not specify how many years—and I had no idea I was standing with one foot in the grave! Thanks to the doctors. At the pharmacy they had me undergo a head tomogram, and the doctor told me that I’m… an idiot with almost no brain folds. Now it makes sense why I let a Gypsy woman with a baby into my apartment. She predicted that our whole family would face huge trouble, and that only a chance angel I happened to meet would save us.
The misfortunes began right after the Gypsy woman left: first, something poisoned the pug Ada; then someone drank a poison that had somehow ended up in Kiryüsha and Liza’s juice pouches. Thank God it wasn’t fatal! And it’s also unclear how the juice pouches ended up in Kiryüsha’s backpack. I swear I didn’t put them there. Deciding to find out everything, I went to the school where our children study. But there I learned something terrible: the full namesake of our Liza—her classmate Lizaveta Romanova—was killed. Criminals probably mixed up the girls! Looks like someone is hunting members of the Romanov family. Angel, where are you? Hey-oo!..