Well, what a misfortune! Like the first number - so again the dead young lady. The murderer is punctual, pedantic and does not waste evidence. Will he really remain undetected? Or is there a secret sect hiding behind the murderous conveyor belt? The police are overwhelmed, the chief detective is haunted by “skeletons in the closet,” and his red-haired assistant appears to be neither alive nor dead. How can you look for a criminal, let alone love, when you can’t find yourself? The second and final part of a dilogy about the adventures of Dmitry Samarin and Sonya Zagorskaya. Introductory fragment.