Bewitched by a bohemian way of life, Anatols Imermanis wished for his ashes to be scattered along the streets of the red light district in Paris. Since the writer’s passing in the late 1990s, his mortal remains are nowhere to be found, so the wish remains unfulfilled. Now, Imermanis has acquired a private detective of his life and poetry in the shape of Alexander Zapol a.k.a. S...