And why can't I, Viola Tarakanova, say "no"? The head of the PR department of the publishing house that publishes my books under the pseudonym Arina Violova invited me to visit, and now I am standing at her house with a box of pizza under my arm. The door turned out to be open, and the house was empty... Suddenly I saw through the window how the insensible Vera was being carried away on her shoulder... by a werewolf! Of course, they convinced me that these were just erotic games, but the next day Vera was found dead! She died on the night of December 15, and it turned out that for the third year in a row, on this not at all red day of the calendar, someone has been killing women who are united by one sign - eyes of different colors. They are still considered witches! The investigation is being conducted by my ex-husband Oleg Kuprin, so it’s a matter of honor for me to find out everything before him! But first, I need to fulfill an unusual request from the publisher - to help my faithful fan Ivan Zaretsky. He wants to pre-arrange... his own funeral!