This woman is no one to me—no sister, no relative. But she was born on the same day as I was, bears my name. And she looks exactly like me—distinguishing them is impossible! You don’t need seven spans in your forehead to understand: she set out to try on my life... When my patience came to an end, I tried to hide in another city. It didn’t help. Stolen looks weren’t enough—she decided to claim the most precious thing too: love! I was sure this nightmare would haunt me for life... But now Svetlana Starostina has been brutally murdered. And I... I, who once tried with all my strength to get rid of her, have nothing to do with it. Yet now, since the hated double is dead, the meaning of my life became finding the killer, punishing them, and starting life from a blank page...