returned to the ranks.
Ralitsa did not continue to look at him.He did not punish
him on the spot.
He didn’t make a speech in front of the others.
He only gave the following order:
“We’re going to the courtyard. Distance between people. No talking.
And the column moved.
Trace of the yard
When the walk was over, the senior warden, Vladimir Kostov, called her into his office.
He was a broad-shouldered man of about fifty, with gray temples and a tired face. He worked in prison for more than twenty years.
Ralitsa knew that some of her colleagues doubted her.
They didn’t say it directly.
But he could see it in their eyes.
“Is she going to handle this block?”
“Isn’t it too dangerous?”
“Why did they send her here?”
Vladimir closed the door.
“You did well.
Ralitsa did not expect this.
“Thanks.
“I saw everything on the
