Catastrophe! I, Viola Tarakanova, in a panic! The publishing house is waiting for my new detective novel, and the muse, apparently, fled from the heat in an unknown direction . At least kill, there is no plot! But who is looking, he will always find!.. Having bought a rare chest of drawers in the store, I found in it a letter with a cry for help . A certain Lyuba reported that she was being slowly killed. She even gave me her address, but I was late. Luba's mother said that she died two months ago, from asthma. There's nothing to cling to! But not to me, an experienced detective and wife of the police! I began to unravel the case of this strange family, where old people selflessly do science, and young people die like flies ... Here's the plot for the new killer detective slowly looms...