About the book: 2020 / No, this is not what I dreamed about when I was driving to the dacha on Friday evening. Not about that... Yes, of course, it’s nice for a single girl over thirty to unexpectedly meet the man of her dreams. But not in the form of a body between the strawberry beds. And this one was lying there - dark-haired, wearing blue jeans, white sneakers and a red polo shirt. There was a shovel lying nearby - my shovel, kept in a shed on the street, and something told me that it was there for a reason, namely, with its help, the unfortunate man’s skull was pierced. I took a close look at the crime scene, figured that there was no one else here except me, and took the phone out of my bag. No, the terrible find did not seem out of the ordinary to me, only the location surprised me - well, who would like to find a corpse at their own dacha? Otherwise, I felt neither fear nor disgust. I'm a pathologist, what should I be afraid of?…