The security officer, a young man in uniform, was carefully watching the scanner screen. He yawned as suitcase after suitcase passed by, until he suddenly noticed something unusual: there was something strange inside one of them.

— Wait a second… — he muttered, leaning closer. — What’s that…?

He lifted his head, and his gaze stopped on the elderly woman wearing a headscarf — the owner of the suspicious suitcase.

— Ma’am, what are you carrying?

— Nothing special, — she answered softly. — Just gifts for my grandchildren.

— Ma’am, — the officer said sternly, — I can see that you’re not telling the truth. What’s inside?