About the book: 2015 / Heels clicking on the pavement. The veil under the hat flutters, adding mystery to the stranger’s beautiful face. And the people around are smiling. The stranger catches the friendly glances of strangers and, unable to bear it, returns a smile for a smile. What could be more peaceful than the rude but pleasant faces of ordinary townspeople, pleased with the opportunity to momentarily shake off the eternal worries and dullness of everyday life? For them, she’s like a picture from a children’s book. A piece of a fairy tale. Of course, they don’t understand that flitting around in heels on the cobblestones is almost a death feat - no one wears high heels here. Just like no one wears silks. Judging a stranger by her appearance, she is mistaken for a lady from high society who has dropped into Petard Street on some business.…