The old woman began to cry.
She covered her head with her arms as the women began to push her from different sides. One of them hit her several times in the back.
Nobody intervened.
Nobody dared.
But just then something happened that made the entire prison yard immediately silent.
The old woman stopped crying.
He slowly lowered his arms.
And he looked directly at Navaja.
There was no longer fear in his eyes.
Razor frowned.
—What are you looking at?
The old woman did not respond.
He crouched down calmly, picked up the small metal box that Navaja had just pushed aside with his foot from the floor and squeezed it in his hand.
—Open it —Navaja mocked—. What do you have there?
The old woman shook her head.
—You shouldn’t.
—What does «shouldn’t» mean?
Razor stepped forward and tried to snatch the box from him.
But the old woman held his hand in an unexpected way.
Everyone remained motionless.
Even Navaja was taken aback for a moment.
For a 78-year-old woman, her grip was incredibly strong.
Razor tried to remove his hand.
Could not.
The old woman looked her directly in the eyes.
—Listen to me carefully.
A silence reigned in the patio so deep that you could hear a metal door closing on the other side of the wall.
—Right now you think you have a defenseless old woman in front of you.
Razor smiled contemptuously.
—And it is not like that?
