It was a clear morning, Radio Chanson was broadcasting good—correct—music, and there were no signs of trouble. But fate, the villain, circled over Ash like a black raven. With her poisonous beak she knocked on the window glass, opened the deck of cards and guessed gypsy luck. Ash still had a debt to her dead friend - to deliver the pectoral cross to her comrade’s mother, only this road from a close one turned into a distant one with trump cards. Because a lot of money lay across Ash’s path, and on this money the shadows of treasure hunters fell. Ash plunged into a dirty world, where the stench of abandoned houses is replaced by the pomp of luxury offices, where there is no faith in anyone and everyone is ready to betray. How to safely hide a priceless item? Lock it in a safe with a hundred locks, bury it in the ground at midnight, surround it with a guard of desperate thugs? Hunters for other people's gold will still not lose the trail...