Is it possible to fall in love with a mannequin? How could it be, I realized when I saw my fiancé kissing a plastic mask. The more time he spent with the portrait of a little drowned woman who had once been fished out of the Seine but was never identified, the stronger his feelings became. All I could do was watch him go crazy. Or is he not? And suddenly he doesn’t go crazy, but drives those around him crazy? When the ego fights with an angel, and mediocrity with illusions, the main thing is not to get into the epicenter of events. And is Ann’s story as simple as people describe it? Who is she, and why did she end up in the river? The Post Corporation will help me understand everything...