“... Not believing her eyes, she threw away the pills remaining in the box, threw out the bandages and plasters, but never found the envelope. “It was stolen,” Lesya whispered doomedly. - They stole it, damn it! - And after a short pause she shouted: - You bastard! The roar that escaped from Lesya’s chest drowned out even the chime of the wall clock. Never in her adult life had she experienced anything like this. Lesya has never been robbed! Not just once. She herself used to lose wallets, keys or umbrellas, but for someone to get into her bag, or even worse, into her apartment... Lesya rushed into the hallway and took a closer look at the lock - it wasn’t broken. And there is not a single scratch on the smooth surface. It looks like the door was opened with the original key. And then it dawned on Lesya! Five days ago her keys went missing. ..."