“She reregistered the apartment in her own name. I’m like the heir or something.”

“Then kill her! Have you forgotten how it’s done? Make it look like an accident.”

“I can’t. I just got baptized. I made a vow, for the rest of my life.” …

“How about this,” Maxim said, interrupting the silence. “I’ll kick her out myself. Then you’ll be off the hook. Where’s your place?”
–in which someone volunteers to be a shabbos goy for murder; from Vladimir Tuchkov, “Pure Ponds, Dirty Sex or Two Army Buddies Meet,” in Moscow Noir ed. Natalia Smirnova and Julia Goumen