Nadezhda Lebedeva was a curious woman by nature. No, she didn’t listen at the neighbor’s door and at the dacha she didn’t watch the neighbors with binoculars, she didn’t keep track of which employees went out with whom to drink coffee or smoke. Nadezhda's curiosity was of a different kind. She adored all kinds of detective stories and always tried to figure them out, even if no one asked her to do so. This time, the culprit was an invitation to... a crematorium, to the funeral of a certain Alexei Kondratyev. Nadezhda didn’t know who he was to her, she suffered all night, going over her childhood friends, college acquaintances and former colleagues, and decided that she needed to go to this damned funeral in order to at least find out who this Kondratyev was. Well, then ...And then Nadezhda found herself in the epicenter of a criminal story, and she had no choice but to take up her favorite hobby...Published in the author's edition