Death on the Trans-Siberian Express (The Olga Pushkin Mysteries, Band 1)

Olga turned back towards the railway hut, but as she did so a hammer-blow struck her shoulder and sent her flying, like a rag-doll thrown by a child. But before her vision faded she saw a man - a young man by the look of him - lying on the ground in front of her. But he was dead: his head was stretched back at an impossible angle, revealing a long, gaping wound in his throat and he gazed sightlessly at a point above Olga's shoulder. And his mouth was full of - was that money? Yes: someone had crammed his mouth with tens, no, hundreds of ten-rouble pieces. The coins spilled from his lips as if he were vomiting them, and lay all around like metallic confetti...