This is a detective novel. Ironic - there are spies, there is love, there is no espionage. “The characters are young guys and girls leading an absolutely secular lifestyle. Cheerful, modern, attractive. And everything in this external life is allowed to them, except drugs. Of course, these are spies, agents, but not Mossad, but something similar, but with a different name. Both the name and the country will have to be invented. Just as Faulkner imagined, peopled, humanized Yoknapatawpha. One of these agents (agents?), a young and very beautiful woman, is sent on a responsible and very dangerous mission. She is instructed by a handsome young man - her boss and common-law husband, i.e., boyfriend. She is allowed everything except crossing some forbidden line, about which it is only said: “You yourself know what I mean...”