How can I, Yevlampiya Romanova, stand by if a friend is sick? Terrible news: Vovka Kostin has no stomach! That’s the diagnosis they gave him in a paid clinic. Nonsense—they’re lying. He eats with such appetite! They lie to pull money for treatment. They picked the wrong victim! No wonder Madame Romanova works for a private detective agency! I’ll go and sort out those quacks who put up such diagnoses for that kind of money!
By the way, where did the clinic head get the locket of the deceased Zoya Kron? It was my fault to think that her mother—who told me a strange story about her daughter’s sudden death and a letter… from the other world—was simply crazy.
Crazy are the ones who planned this nightmarish adventure. Though they aren’t insane—just criminals. And not just dangerous—very dangerous. But I’m not afraid of anyone!