Oh, should I write a philosophical novel instead of a detective on the topic "What is unlucky and how to deal with it?" Not only me, Viola Tarakanova, but also my household were unlucky. Having succumbed to the persuasion of my friend Anka, Tomochka and I went to rest in her “property” with the poetic name Pyrlovka .. Not only is there a toilet under the bush, a shower on the bus, and gas in the cylinders, so I still managed to get into the bad story when I pelted from local dogs. And seriously, I had the stupidity to climb into the attic of someone else's dacha and free a girl named Mila from there. The girl ran away, and her boyfriend found a wallet forgotten by me in his country house, and in it - a business card with Ankin coordinates . Now she and I are cranks . I rushed to find a friend, but I think I was late - Anka was kidnapped . We need to free her, and for this we should find Mila, who, I hope, remembers the address of her fiancé. But who knew that Mila was still a gift! ..