Хождение под мухой

I, Yevlampia Romanova, do not have a life, but a theater of the absurd! A grandmother with a varanikha settled in our apartment. God's dandelion roller-skates into his seventies, and the lizard sleeps in my bed. Try to handle a murder case under such conditions, but not just one ... First, the husband of my friend Nadia, Bogdan, burned down in a jeep. Then someone drove Nadya to suicide with calls "from the other world" and parcels with burnt things of her husband. My dead friends were doctors. And soon I found out that before his death, Bogdan sold the medical clinic to his deputy Yegor Pravdin ... But then trouble happened to Yegor - he fell out of the balcony. Do you believe in coincidence?! Me too! At the funeral, I found out that my friends were doing organ transplants for money. Surely they were all killed by some sick person who was sewn on something wrong...