In the wilderness, an uneasy silence reigned, broken only by the rasping moans of an old man. A few strong men — with rough faces and shameless smiles — surrounded the elder. His gray hair was tangled, and his face covered in dirt. The bandits threw him to the ground and now, kicking him with their boots, demanded money.
“Come on, Grandpa, where’s your stash,” growled one — his cheek bearing a scar. “We know you have it.”
The old man, helplessly, covered his head with his hands, but the blows continued. They were amused by his weakness, as if it were entertainment.
But suddenly a sharp feminine voice was heard.
“Enough.”
All heads turned at once toward the voice. Emerging from the mist was a woman in military uniform. She was about thirty-five. Tall, noble, with a steady gaze and confident stride.
For a moment, the bandits were stunned, but then predatory smiles played on their faces. They looked at the woman with passion.
“Oh, what a beauty,” one smiled, casting a greedy look at her. “And what is such a bird doing alone in the wilderness?”
“Look at her legs…,” said another in a raspy voice, breathing heavily. “And there’s a smell… mmm… delicious.”
“If you’re here alone, it means there’s no man around to protect you,” added a third. “We can take better care of you than anyone else.”
“They said vile things, laughed, and exchanged glances, as if they had unexpected prey before them. But the woman didn’t respond. She quietly sat beside the old man, checking his breathing and pulse.”
“Are you deaf?” One of the bandits grabbed her hand.
The woman looked up. In her gaze there was neither fear nor panic.
“Remove your filthy hands,” she said in a firm voice.
“Oh, really,” sneered the leader. “Such shamelessness. Alright, guys, it’s time to teach this foolish beauty some manners.”
After saying that, he suddenly pulled the woman toward him, trying to embrace her. But at that moment something happened which none of them expected. The continuation is in the first comment.
The woman twisted his arm, struck his face with her knee and fist. A crack sounded, and the big man fell into the grass — clutching his nose, from which blood flowed.
“What’s that…,” growled another, attacking her.
But her movements were swift and precise, like a predator. With a skillful twist of the body, the attacker was thrown to the ground — disoriented. Another elbow strike, a leap — and the third one fell, writhing in pain.
One by one, the bandits fell — screaming and cursing. Their laughter turned into cries of pain and panic.
The last one, trembling, retreated backward.
“Who… who are you?”
The woman straightened, fixed her jacket, and said coldly:
“Captain of special forces.”
Silence.
A few minutes later, her soldier comrades arrived at the scene. They overpowered the bandits and took them to the police station. They carefully lifted the old man, placed him in a car, and took him to the hospital.
Before leaving, the old man, holding her hand, whispered:
“Thank you… you saved my life.”
The woman only nodded, her face remaining calm. For her, this was not a feat, but simply part of her duty.
