On the same day she arrived at prison, three of the most dangerous inmates surrounded the 78-year-old woman and demanded that she hand over everything she had. After refusing, they brutally beat the old woman.

On the first day in prison, three of the most dangerous inmates surrounded a 78-year-old woman and demanded that she give them everything she had. When the old woman refused, they began to brutally beat her, without even imagining that, a few minutes later, something that none of them expected would happen.

The old woman was taken to prison early in the morning.

He hardly spoke. He just pressed a small bag with his belongings to his chest and looked around in fear.

He was 78 years old. She heard poorly, walked slowly, and seemed so fragile that many of the inmates couldn’t help but look at her.

After searching her, a guard took the woman to her cell, showed her the bed and warned her:

—In a few minutes everyone will go out to the patio.

The old woman nodded silently.

He still didn’t know that he had already caught the attention of those they feared most in that prison.

In the courtyard was an inmate nicknamed Navaja.

Virtually all of them were afraid of him.

He was big, strong and had numerous piercings on his face and ears. I was used to getting everything I wanted. At her side were almost always two friends who carried out all her orders without question.

When Navaja saw the newcomer, a mocking smile appeared on his face.

—Look who they brought us today.s

Her friends started laughing.

The old woman tried to pass by, but Navaja took a step to the side and blocked her path.

—Where are you going, grandma?

The woman stopped.

—I just want to sit down.

—First show us what you brought.

The old woman pressed the bag even tighter against her chest.

—Here are just my things.

—Well let’s see what they are.

One of the women reached out to the bag.

But unexpectedly, the old woman clung to her with both hands.

—Please no.

Razor laughed.

—Have you heard? Now it turns out that he also wants to give us orders!

—I haven’t done anything to them —said the old woman in a low voice.

—We don’t care.

Razor abruptly tore the bag from his hands and threw its contents on the floor.

A comb, an old handkerchief, several photographs and a small metal box fell on the asphalt.

The inmates laughed.

—And that’s all? —Navaja mocked—. Have we wasted so much time because of this garbage?