Curse Cleopatra. Danilova A.V.

A fine day, a typical Moscow traffic jam, a white convertible, a chic blonde Zoya is driving. She only relaxed for the sounds of Mozart’s beloved Aria for a second...

Zoya opened her eyes and was horrified-the views of a rolled-burned, a white cat with green eyes, an unknown person of a terrible look with all the traces of alcohol poisoning at the same time, the girl has a wild headache and the complete lack of a concept about who you are, where and what you are doing here... A short stay in a running village house put Zoya before a very difficult choice: to play according to the rules of those who imagine themselves puppeteers, or write Own script...