they've brought a small present -- of respect. the goonda places a small bundle of rupees on the desk. ashoka allows himself a disinterested glance at hasari.
good morning, sister to the poor.
those people aren't coming into this neighborhood.
that was a mistake, doctor.
you won't be bothered again. a look from the goonda and the thugs vanish, leaving ashoka cowering in a doorway on his knees.