Would you like to spend an unforgettable vacation by the sea with the most attractive hero of all social gossip? I think yes. This is what made me succumb to the persuasion of my best friend and get involved in a completely ridiculous adventure. And now I, hiding under the name of a rich heiress, am participating in a closed and highly privileged yoga tour. I have to learn all the intricacies of the ancient teachings and compete for the attention of the magnificent Max Sukhanov. But what should I do if, in search of peace of mind, the group members begin to die? Does knowing your “inner self” really lead to such terrifying consequences? Or is someone helping us complete our earthly journey? At what point did my long-awaited vacation turn into a struggle for survival?