Family, friends, and colleagues gathered. The mother of the deceased stood a little apart, wrapped in a black shawl. Her shoulders trembled, her lips whispered her son’s name.

Everyone around was crying. No one spoke — only the sound of raindrops on the coffin lid and quiet sobs filled the air.

Then, in the distance, police cars appeared. People turned their heads. From one of them stepped a man in an orange prison uniform, handcuffed, with his head bowed. Four officers escorted him.