A few minutes before the police arrive at the door, a gun falls on the head of advertising designer Maria, from under a pile of bath towels. Who planted this muck in her closet?! A couple of days ago, a drug dealer with whom Masha was at odds was shot dead in a neighboring apartment, does it mean that someone set up a high-quality trap for the designer? Maria manages to escape from the police station. She has nowhere to go, she is wanted everywhere ... a chance acquaintance with a voluntary detective Nadezhda Prokhorovna is a happy chance for a fugitive. "... But, whatever you say, the girl's behavior commanded respect. Especially if you remember what the aunts said about her: she escaped from the police, she was not at a loss, she threw the gun from balcony to balcony. If it weren't for an absurd accident, it would have gotten out. And now, without any help from the "action hero", I would go to beat the truth out of the bastard husband ... " "... For the first hour of the journey, Roman and Marya did not say a word to each other. They were silent and listened - when will the dog bark from the lake? Or shots. From the other side of the lake. "Shepherd dogs are trained for "foxes," Savelyev finally muttered, realizing that Maria was also thinking about sharp-faced dogs. - Ignat, however, guessed to hide his sneakers behind a shoe cabinet, they won't be found today ... But in general, Mash, how are they going to let the shepherd dogs on the trail? "On the rugs from the jeep," Marya answered without taking her eyes off the ground under her feet. "..I, Roma, all - in full growth, the scene of the crime. The shot banged so hard - the skin was scorched! Do you have a good lawyer? she asked without any seemingly logical transition.
