Tonechka is a loving and beloved wife, daughter and mother. Lucky girl, in a word! And she is also a well-known screenwriter and can be near her husband-Director always and everywhere — both at work and on vacation. And they live soul to soul, and understand each other with half a word… Or does Tonechka just think that this is so? One day they go to a beautiful old city. Her husband, Alexander must meet up with an old friend, whom Tonya does not know. Who is this Kondrat Yermolaev? My husband says he's a cook, but it looks like a bandit. In any case, just in the presence of Metropolitan guests, he is detained on suspicion of murdering his wife. Alexander is clearly hiding something, an alarmed tonechka tries to understand what is happening herself — and finds herself in the very center of a detective story, the plot of which she, the screenwriter, does not understand at all. One thing is clear: tonechka is in danger, and her children, and an ideal marriage with a beautiful man who may not be who he claimed to be…