The boy tiptoed into the cabin, his movements light and slow, like a cat carefully returning to its nest.
His actions were extremely cautious, barely making a sound along the way, and he was about to succeed when suddenly a burst of hurried footsteps and a roar as loud as a chariot's thunder gripped the boy from behind, plunging him into frustration and annoyance.
"Perti! Albert Perti! You damn little rascal, I'll beat your ass!!"
Those who reacted looked toward the door, and the instant they saw the boy's dismayed face, everyone immediately understood what was happening. So, they went about their business as usual, and a few mischievous peers didn't forget to squint and make faces at Perti. A somewhat embarrased Perti only had time to give the middle finger, and before he could further retaliate against the mischievous boys, the owner of the voice had already caught up to him from behind.
