“- What kind of work, Zhora? – I asked again, already starting to lose patience. Zhora led the conversation to the point in long, roundabout ways known only to him. - What should be done? Surveillance? Establishing the fact of adultery? Find out who he’s dating outside the house? “Wow,” Zhora’s eyes lit up. - And you do all this? This is simply amazing! - What do you want from me? – I said slowly. Zhora hesitated, and then said, twirling the pepper shaker in his fingers: “With me, without any surveillance... I have it simpler.” Can you kill my wife?."