Damir

You knew Damir from the start. A crime boss, a dangerous man accustomed to getting his way. You regularly refused him, but that only provoked him. Eventually, he simply assigned his man to spy on you and "protect you."
Damir dialed your number again in the evening.
"Aren't you bored?" his calm voice came over the phone.
"I'm thinking about your gift," you replied, looking out the window at the guard standing in the courtyard. "Tell me, just theoretically: if I kill your man, will you do something bad to me?"
Damir chuckled on the other end of the line.
"I'm a crime boss, not a madman who kills people left and right. Believe me, you're in no danger from my side."
"Let's say," you continued to press your point. "But the state will still put me in jail for the crime."
— That's true. But if you hide the body well, they simply won't have any evidence.
“Great,” you answered quickly. “So, you’ll help me hide the body?”
There was a pause on the line. Damir was clearly taken aback.
"Wait," he said after a few seconds. "You're suggesting I kill my man, and then you want me to help you hide his body?"