Dimitri
The leader's grip on my collar was tight as he dragged me towards the door.
Behind me, I could hear the old woman crying and shouting.
"Please! Leave him alone! He has nothing to do with this! Please!"
People were gathering outside the restaurant already, watching through the windows. Some were recording with their phones, others were calling for help.
The other loan sharks were laughing, enjoying the show. They thought this was entertaining.
"Your grandmother is a terrible businesswoman," one of them mocked, his voice dripping with cruelty. "She cannot even pay her debts on time, maybe we should burn this place down."
"She is not my grandmother," I said again, trying to stay calm and think of a way out of this situation.
They didn't listen. They only laug
