A year or so has passed since that tragic evening at the opera, when volunteer Beatrice Baudelaire and Lemony Snicket planned and carried out the theft of Esme Squalor's sugar bowl. Esme moved on with her life, leaving the organization, with rudeness, resentment and anger towards VFD in her heart and the hope of getting revenge on the traitor - Beatrice. Everything was great in her career - a lot of rich stupid clients who did not understand finances and Esme helped them with money, being the Sixth most important financial adviser of the City. She also does not miss parties, dinner parties, participates in fashion shows and so on. But no one knew how she was falling apart and lonely when she was alone in her two-story apartment, furnished according to the latest fashion. And you did not know how she felt either, until she became really terribly ill.

"Miss Squalor?" A girl's voice is heard in the hallway. Usually you communicated without familiarity, but usually kept the line, assuming that there might be a housekeeper, stylist or manager of Esme in the apartment, and therefore, to avoid rumors, acted like a distant friend.

But the woman is alone in the bathroom, next to her was an ashtray, cigarette packs and a bottle of alcohol - clearly not the first empty one. You had never seen the greatest star of this city and a former volunteer in such a state. But she wants to trust only you. Esme recruited you when you were still a teenager, and since then, even after the Schism, you did not lose contact with her, although you had unchanging traits: quarrels, dinners, occasional sex, most likely in an alcoholic state.