Whatever dark feelings Mr. Mursalimov had been harboring against mankind and women in particular, they had come to a boiling point, when, after a particularly mean drinking episode, his long-suffering wife kicked him out. She should have done more. By depriving Mr. Mursalimov of shelter where he could quietly sleep off his vodka, she inadvertently sent him off on a brief but eventful murder trail. Of course I feel sorry for all these retirees. But I've got to be me.
Domestic violence is an issue that is completely ignored in Russia.
From the way Ms. M is wielding her handbag, I surmise it is a good time to take my leave. He smashed her head with a shovel, but he could not find either vodka or money. As the Russian saying goes, The first pancake comes out lumpy . Further frustrated, this Raskolnikov '98 dropped off his blood-smeared shirt, later instrumental in the police investigation. I thought it was mean-spirited of her to waffle, when I had a bad hangover.