The prisoners mercilessly mocked the new warden because of her short stature, but none of them could imagine who this woman really was, and what she was capable of.

Ivo Tashev was walking with a group to the workshop.

Their eyes met briefly.

He didn’t smile mockingly.

He just nodded.

It wasn’t forgiving.

It wasn’t friendship.

It wasn’t redemption.

But it was respect for the limit she had set.

Andsometimes that’s the biggest change you can make in a place where people are used to measuring power with just their fists and fear.