I, writer Arina Violova—Viola Tarakanova in real life—have never received orders like these! Of course, the play for Vereshchagin’s oligarch’s home theater turned out to be utter nonsense—“Kolobok, Carlson, and Winnie-the-Pooh in one bottle!”—but the thick little envelope more than compensated for my suffering. The oligarch didn’t spare anything for the sake of his younger daughter Risha, who dreams of becoming an actress. But before the girl could even shine in her role as Baba Yaga—vegetarian, mind you—she… was found dead in her room! Vereshchagin ordered that nobody be let out of the house, and I took the investigation into my own hands—after all, who else could figure out the killer before morning? But first, I need to find out what secrets bind the Vereshchagins and the stars of all caliber who took part in this crazy performance. And, of course, understand what kind of ghost in a pink dress appeared in the mansion on the eve of the crime!