Curse Cleopatra

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 roller -burning, behind - a white cat with green eyes, behind the wheel - an unknown personality of a terrible look with all the traces of alcohol poisoning, while the girl has a wild headache and a complete lack of a concept of about Tom who you are, where and what are you 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 their own scenario