I collapsed to my knees beside her, peering frantically and not finding any blood or wounds.

- Grandmother! Granny! How do you?

In response to the handshake, she opened her misty eyes.

- It hurts, it hurts in the sternum, - she whispered barely audibly.

- Did you get hit?

“They knocked me down… pulled my hair… They wanted to take off my wig, but I don’t have it.” Don't worry, I'm whole, only my heart. Something caught my heart.

Alex and I looked at each other and then acted silently and quickly, as always understanding each other from a half-glance. He carefully picked up Grandma Annette in his arms...