For some time now, Nastya Shestakova has been sure that the Lord God lives in her telephone. As soon as she says into the telephone receiver what type of man she likes, he immediately appears on the threshold of Nastya’s house. Since Nastya herself does not consider herself a beauty, the sudden invasion of gentlemen seems damn suspicious to her. And all of them are too interested in what Nastya has been busy with lately - and she, no less, is trying to find out the details of the suicide of her neighbor in the dacha Lyubochka Merluzhina. “This is not suicide, dear citizens!” - Nastya keeps repeating with the tenacity of a lively cow...