There were some things about the apartment that weren't so fun, though. Inside it, people's cash and credit cards tended to vanish. Also, Kim — who was clearly the boss — became violent at times.
Kim was especially cruel to Marjorie, but as it turned out, she had three things Kim liked: a steady income from her job with Comcast, a driver's license, and wheels. The girls would often go out driving and "kick it."
Eugene Gorenman’s mom displays his obituary in a Russian newspaper.
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When the girls moved into 984 El Camino Real, it became a nonstop party.
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But kicking it, apparently, sometimes included what the girls referred to as "milking," or meeting strangers and persuading them, in various ways, to hand over money, weed, food, or whatever else. Although Jillian says this practice was harmless, it certainly didn't stay that way. Eventually, milking gave way to robbery, and robbery to murder.
Eugene Gorenman was the kind of guy who saturated his life with activity. An outstanding student, he graduated high school at 16, finished his degree at UC Berkeley four years later, then made an easy transition to a job as computer engineer with PG&E. He was also the kind of person who made more plans on a Sunday night than most people did for an entire weekend.
The handsome bodybuilder had a side job as a party promoter for Russian throwdowns and beauty pageants, which kept him constantly on the go. But he wasn't too busy for his steady girlfriend of six months, Marina Skorobogatov, a soulful, attractive woman whom friends say he planned to marry.
On the night of March 28, 2004, Gorenman ate dinner with friends at an Olive Garden, met up with more friends, then attended a Russian party on Turk Street. Though he took off around midnight, he wasn't quite ready to go home. He decided to take the scenic route past the ocean back to his home in the Western Addition. On Fulton Street, his silver Mustang pulled up next to Marjorie Quispe's red Toyota. Marjorie, Kim, Jillian, and Felicia were all inside.
Their night, thus far, had been pretty typical. In the early evening, they had milked a guy named Henry, who let them smoke his weed at Lake Merced. He had also presented Marjorie with a white orchid, which the girls immediately regifted to her mom.
At Marjorie's house, Jillian says she remembers overhearing the word "gat" in a hushed conversation between Felicia and Kim. At the time, she says, she didn't think much of it.
When they hit the road again, Kim — as always — rode shotgun, and guided Marjorie's driving. At one point, Felicia made a phone call, and Kim directed Marjorie up a winding road in Daly City. At a house, Felicia got out and returned with a small black pouch. Jillian claims to have had no knowledge of what was inside that pouch or what Kim planned to do with it until later.
She did know that Kim loved to drive other people's cars, particularly without their owners' supervision, and she also knew Kim had recently attempted to rob someone. While driving around the previous week, the girls had encountered an Asian woman with a white leather jacket and purse. Kim unsuccessfully tried to rob the woman and repeatedly kicked her in the face, Jillian says, then justified it by saying, "I knew that bitch."
When Kim saw Gorenman's convertible, her eyes seemed to sparkle, Jillian remembers. The girls engaged him in a pretend race down the street, and finally they directed him to follow them to Ocean Beach. When they arrived, bonfires were raging on the beach.
"See what you can get out of him," Jillian remembers Kim saying, and that was pretty much how it always went. They'd meet a guy, and Kim would assign somebody to milk him.
Jillian got out and began "conversating," and Gorenman — who seemed friendly and open — immediately offered to share some grapes, apples, and pears he had just purchased. Despite his munificence, he didn't come off as sexually interested, Jillian says, which led her to conclude that he was gay.
They talked about how great it was to live in San Francisco, and eventually the subject of Fort Funston came up. Gorenman had never been there, and said he hoped to go sometime to see the hang gliders. Jillian suggested they check it out now.
He followed the girls' Toyota south to Skyline Boulevard, which slices between Lake Merced and the ocean. They parked at the gate, and everyone but Marjorie got out, Jillian says, because she wasn't feeling well.
As Jillian's story goes, she and Gorenman trudged ahead on the path, surrounded by sand dunes and ice plants beneath the shining moon. They went to the hang gliding lookout, then continued up to Battery Davis, a cliffside former military munitions site, and then into a wide tunnel. Felicia and Kim hung back, whispering to each other, Jillian remembers. Eventually, she says, she and Gorenman began to feel uneasy. Jillian told him that the girls expected him to give them things, and he offered to buy dinner.
Jillian thought maybe that gesture would sate Kim, particularly when Kim caught up to them, asked his name, then gave hers. That was surprising, because she never told strangers her real name. Jillian hoped that meant no harm would come to Gorenman, but then she noticed Felicia and Kim were wearing gloves.
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