The killer woman carefully watched the winding asphalt road leading to the entrance of the house from Bakuninskaya Street. It was along this road, according to her calculations, that her victim was supposed to drive up to the house in a taxi. Dressing up was one of her professional trump cards, her kind of disguise. So, taking off her elegant boots, worn over jeans, she put on sneakers. Instead of a long, elegant long coat, she wore a short leather jacket. She hid her not too long light brown hair under a black knitted cap. The new look was completed with glasses without prescriptions attached to the nose. That's all. A pretty young girl turned into a young, short, thin guy, a dashing driver of a Zhiguli zero-six.