"Who are you? Where is my money? What do you want from me?”

“Shhh! You're talking too much. We just need more money. You think that you could be in there collecting our money and we just let's say we haven't seen it?”

One of those big men was speaking to Santiago. The man was close to Santiago, he was crouched and looked like a truck driver.

“What are you talking about? I don't know what you guys are talking about, I'm just an ordinary person who was passing by before you knocked me down."

“Yes, yes. You are..."

“POW!” Santiago took a punch in the middle of the face that made him lie down on the ground again. His nose was broken and he looked up at the starry sky as he began to choke on his own blood.

“From today you will work for us. Keep doing what you know how to do best on the street, and at the end of each night, someone will come and collect our share. Because of dementia that you tried to simulate now, today you don't get anything. But next time we will give you 10% of what you