The girl intercepted her hand, freed herself with one quick movement, and pushed Razor back.
She barely stayed on her feet.
The smile disappeared from her face.
The girl again looked her straight in the eyes.
— I said, leave her alone.
This time Razor for some reason remained silent.
She only looked at the girl angrily, ordered her friends to leave, and threw out:
— This is not over yet.
When they left, the girl collected the old woman’s scattered belongings and returned the bag to her.
— Thank you, dear, — the elderly woman whispered. — But now because of me you will have problems.
The girl smiled slightly for the first time in many months.
— I already have them.
From that day on, they were almost always seen together.