I carefully placed a heavy garbage bag in the trunk. The loot was in the car, and the car was flying at all its horsepower along the Leningradskoye Highway. My task was both simple and difficult at the same time. Is it a joke - should I, a big man, kill a woman? I’m not the kind of killer who would indiscriminately cut throats, and women’s ones at that... Well, okay, I’ll take away the ring with the tiara - no question, but how can I explain to the boss that killing a woman, to put it mildly, is not right? Yes, she is a witness. Yes, she knows a lot, she has seen a lot. No, we need to come up with something...