Spring, the sun is warming up, the snow is melting, and again love is knocking on the heart. "No, no and NO! There are no feelings when you have to work,” private detective Tatyana Ivanova convinces herself. But how can you resist when the prince from a fairy tale is there, looking kindly and giving flowers. She is a woman, and nothing feminine is alien to her... But she wouldn’t be the best detective in the city if she only listened to what her heart says. And how can she think about herself when the client’s son, a pure, naive young man, is accused of a brutal murder that he did not commit? And even if the evidence points to him, Tatyana Ivanova will find the one who framed him like that for the sake of self-interest. And love... Maybe it’s not love at all? And this spring is not the last...