She is even giving us orders.
— I did nothing to you, — the old woman said quietly.
— We do not care.
Razor sharply snatched the bag from her hands and shook out the contents right onto the ground. A comb, several photographs, an old scarf, and a small box fell onto the asphalt.
The women began to laugh.
— And that is all? We wasted so much time for this trash?
The old woman bent down to collect her things, but one of the inmates kicked a photograph farther away with her foot.
— Crawl, grandma, go get it.
Several inmates nearby watched what was happening, but no one intervened. Everyone knew Razor and understood perfectly well that whoever meddled in what was not their business would be next in the old woman’s place.
The elderly woman silently picked up the photograph.
But when she tried to stand up, Razor pushed her in
