About the book: 2004 / Poor me, poor me. This is how I lived, Evlampia Romanova, we won’t specify how many years, in the world I didn’t even suspect that I had one foot in the grave! Thanks to the doctors. At the pharmacy they did a tomogram of my head, and the doctor said that I was... oligophrenic and had almost no convolutions in my brain. Now it’s clear why I let a gypsy woman and a baby into the apartment. She guessed that our whole family would face huge troubles and that only an angel I met by chance would save us. The misfortunes began immediately after the gypsy left: first the pug Ada poisoned herself with something, then Kiryusha and Lisa drank poison, unknown how it got into the juice bags. Thank God, not to death! Moreover, it is not clear how the juice bags got into Kiryusha’s backpack. I swear I didn't put them there. Deciding to find out everything, I headed to the school where our children study. But there I learned something terrible: our Liza’s namesake, her classmate Lizaveta Romanova, had died. Probably the criminals mixed up the girls! Looks like someone is hunting members of the Romanov family. Angel, where are you? Aww!..