Absurd. Something like this simply can’t be… Viola Tarakanova comes to a blackmailer to settle accounts—and… kills her. At least, everything looks exactly that way. There’s the old woman’s body by Tarakanova’s feet, and the shot has just been fired, and the weapon is in her hand. But Viola didn’t shoot! And before this, she had never taken anyone’s life. There was nothing to blackmail her with!
Then how did cosmetics, Viola’s favorite slippers, and her pajama set end up in the house of a businessman who was killed recently—where she had never been until today? And who is Mr. X, who calls and insists he knows everything about it? He truly seems to know a lot, as if he’s watching every step she takes. So what does he want? To break her? To control her? To make her a puppet in his hands? No—he picked the wrong target! Viola has exposed more than one like him.