at the girl for a few seconds, and then laughed.
— Are you talking to me right now?
— To you.
Razor’s friends exchanged glances.— And what will you do if I do not leave her alone?
The girl said nothing.
She simply walked up to the old woman and helped her get up.
Razor grabbed the girl by the shoulder and sharply turned her toward herself.
But just a few seconds later, something happened that no one in the yard expected.
The girl intercepted her hand, freed herself with one quick movement, and pushed Razor back.
She barely stayed on her feet.
The smile disappeared from her face.
The girl again looked her straight in the eyes.
— I said, leave her alone.
This time Razor for some reason remained silent.
She only looked at the girl angrily, ordered her friends to leave, and threw out:
— This is not over yet.
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