“Look at me,” he squeezed her throat harder, forcing her to look into his eyes and, approaching almost tightly, he whispered. - You are not her! And don’t even dare say her name. Her eyes were wet with tears, and his last words, like thousands of knives, cut painfully through her heart and soul. In a fit, she shouted: “Yes, I’m not SHE!” Let me go and I will disappear from your life. What can the accidental external similarity of two completely different women lead to? What if the threads of their fate are intricately intertwined with the same man? What is this? Tragedy? Evil fate? Or maybe unexpected luck?