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.

Razor laughed.
— Did you hear that? She is even giving us orders.
— I did nothing to you, — the old woman said quietly.
— We do not care.
Razor sharply snatched the bag from her hands and shook out the contents right onto the ground. A comb, several photographs, an old scarf, and a small box fell onto the asphalt.

The women began to laugh.
— And that is all? We wasted so much time for this trash?
The old woman bent down to collect her things, but one of the inmates kicked a photograph farther away with her foot.
— Crawl, grandma, go get it.