—Right now you think you have a defenseless old woman in front of you.
Razor smiled contemptuously.
—And it is not like that?
The old woman remained looking at her in silence for a few seconds.
—No.
He let go of Navaja’s hand.
Then he slowly opened the box.
Inside was an old metal plate.
At first, Navaja didn’t even understand what it was.
But one of her friends suddenly turned pale.
—Wait…
He took a step back.
—I have already seen that symbol.
Razor turned sharply towards her.
—Where?
The woman remained silent.
At that moment, the old woman took out the badge and handed it to the guard, who was already heading towards them.
The guard looked at the object.
And he was paralyzed.
His face immediately showed a tense expression.
—Where did you get this from?
The old woman responded calmly:
—They ordered me to hand it over to the prison director.
The guard looked carefully at the plaque again.
—Do you understand what it means?
The old woman nodded.
—That’s precisely why I’m here.
The smile disappeared from Navaja’s face.
—What’s going on?
The guard didn’t even look at her.
Shouted:
—Everyone stay away from this woman!
Nobody moved.
Then he raised his voice even higher:
—I SAID STAY AWAY!
The inmates quickly moved away.
The old woman slowly picked up the photographs from the floor, carefully put them back in the bag, and only then looked at Navaja.
—Did you want to know why I’m here?
Razor remained silent.
The old woman paused.
—Tomorrow you will find out.
And for the first time in many years, Navaja felt truly afraid.
Because only then did he begin to understand it:
that quiet 78-year-old woman had not arrived in prison by chance.
