—Please no.
Razor laughed.
—Have you heard? Now it turns out that he also wants to give us orders!
—I haven’t done anything to them —said the old woman in a low voice.
—We don’t care.
Razor abruptly tore the bag from his hands and threw its contents on the floor.
A comb, an old handkerchief, several photographs and a small metal box fell on the asphalt.
The inmates laughed.
—And that’s all? —Navaja mocked—. Have we wasted so much time because of this garbage?
