On New Year's Eve, all the misfortunes of the world fell on the poor head of Viola Tarakanova! At first, a brazen employee of the publishing house where my detectives were printed stated that I was mortally tired of everyone . Farewell, glory! And my husband Oleg after a quarrel jumped out of the house with the cry "Divorce!". I was very sad to get a job...Snow Maiden at Santa Claus ....... Actually, my grandfather's name is Vasey, and he's a big fan of giving in. In his car we drove around all the customers, but by the last visit he passed out, and I rushed to sort things out .. It seems that no one was waiting for us in this communal apartment, there were only three drunk aunts and their neighbor Asya, who kindly invited me to drink tea. While I was washing my hands, Asya someone clapped. At the speed of a bullet, I flew out into the street, drove a drunken Santa Claus home, then...darkness. I woke up in the apartment of Vasya in two days . She ran to put up with her husband, but found in her bed someone else's grandmother in a negligee. It's terrible! But I'll ask all the peppers - investigate the murder of Asi and write a bestseller! And the infidel Kuprin will be on his knees begging me to come back...