There is nothing left in her life, only tired doom and emptiness. Sasha was insulted and humiliated, and her pride was trampled. What did this struggle for truth and justice give her, except shame and pangs of conscience? This story revealed so many skeletons in the closet!.. It turns out that Sasha’s grandfather was far from righteous. And why did she start an investigation into his death, dragging journalists Nikita Shmelev and Yulia Bystrova into it and exposing them all to bullets? When her grandfather's dark past came to light, monstrous details began to emerge... What to do now - stop halfway? No, Sasha still has to find out why he was killed. It seems that it was no accident that her grandmother died under the wheels of a reckless driver... And it all started when an icon was brought to my grandmother, who worked in the museum, for examination and she immediately noticed: the face of the saint had been rewritten...