Empress Elizabeth Petrovna sent an embassy to Persia, to the formidable Nadir Shah. Yakov Firfaniev also went to that embassy to buy up Persian treasures by imperial order. Yes, it happened that I fell in love. Not just a simple Persian woman, but the beloved wife of the Shah himself. I found myself in such a mess, it couldn’t be worse. What can be done to prevent one’s head from flying off one’s shoulders, especially after terrible torment?.. In 1918, Michel Firfantsev had it simpler: he walked along the Bolshevik “corridors of power” and talked about the treasures of the tsarist “rentery” that had disappeared to God knows where. Either he is with Trotsky, then with Stalin, then with Dzerzhinsky. Either the anarchists almost kill him, then the Bolsheviks arrest him again, though by mistake. But there are still no treasures. It seems that one trace has been found, you just need to pull the thread. When will the secret finally be revealed?.. And these days Michel-Gerhard von Stolz, aka Mishka Shutov, is looking for approaches to the same secret - he sits in the archive all day long. And the archivist there is pretty - Svetlana Anatolyevna. Moreover, her grandfather is Academician Anokhin-Zentovich, a storehouse of valuable knowledge. Only somehow it happened that the academician was killed, and Michel-Gerhard von Stoltz ended up in his apartment. There are his fingerprints on the murder weapon and an academician’s deputy badge in his pocket. That's how it is...