On June thirteenth at midnight, thirteen people gathered in the Black Tract. They burned a fire and sat on the grass. Then they parted, and a dead woman, wrapped in black cloth, was left lying by the dying fire. She was stabbed thirteen times...Sasha finally finished translating a romance novel by an English writer and decided to celebrate. Her best friend’s phone didn’t answer, but Sasha wasn’t surprised: Lyudmila was in the midst of an affair with her boss, she was even going to marry him. She was not embarrassed that the director of their television company was hopelessly married to Regina, the head of the best fashion house in the city, and she would not give up hers... Sasha did not yet suspect: when she listened to the long beeps on the phone, Lyuska was already lying by the dying fire, wrapped in black cloth …