For a while, it turned out that in my new apartment I had no clients. The clients had long been gone. It felt like the entire population of our glorious city of Tarasov had decided to live quietly and happily, forgetting all sorts of crimes and honoring the Criminal Code. On the one hand, that wasn’t bad—I had a full rest. I relaxed so much that I gained three kilograms and couldn’t even imagine how I’d be able to take on yet another case. In general, my work as a private detective was reduced to zero. “Isn’t it time to retrain as a housing manager?”—I recalled that famous line from Bender’s friend and flinched at the unexpected phone call.