"You damn—" The third robber pulled the trigger, the old man stepped forward, raising his hand, pushing the muzzle of the submachine gun towards the sky. His right hand struck towards the robber's chest, the muffled sound from the hit made Jenny's ears buzz. The robber spat blood and collapsed instantly, the old man swiftly seized the submachine gun, aiming it at the astounded Toma.
"The God speaks," the old man continued his previous conversation, "Those who commit evil will face punishment. Those guilty will be judged."
The old man's neck bore a dangling silver cross, Toma gasped, his voice becoming sharp from tension: "Damn it! He's a Priest!!"
"Indeed, child." The old priest tore the cross from his chest, "Now is the time for your confession."
