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 the shoulder. The old woman lost her balance and fell to her knees.
The women laughed again.
— Maybe your place is not here at all, but in a nursing home?
The old woman tried to get up, but one of them pushed her again, and this time the woman fell to the ground.
— Enough, please, — she asked.
But this only amused them more.
Razor grabbed her by the clothes and forced her to stand up, after which she slapped her across the face with her palm.
— Here you will do what I say.
The old woman began to cry. She covered her head with her hands when the women began to push her from different sides, and one hit her several times on the back.
