Trigger, the squeezed spring, the boss in a cartridge chamber. The black cross of a sight is induced at the purpose. The purpose – here it, absolutely still the young boy. What are you doing you here, on this festival of death. To you – to raise sons, to plant trees, to build houses.

When was the first "Humanos", received an order to clear the way, to get "humanitarian aid". On the day we cleared, and at night mined again. The field opened, then closed. As the convoy went, so, somewhere from the Village, Luhansk, for some field roads. Along with him came a brigade of Russian troops.

When I'm wounded you guys threw in the car, on the street then it was minus 15. Although I'm not very big, and the legs of the car sticking out. I'm so hrovatic was, on both legs of geguti, I can not stand. I go on and think, "From blood loss if not die, but dorsnt feet can". And the guy, the medic, who rode with me, little, short, I tried to pull up, and I got a 100 kg weight. Then he took his jacket and wrapped my legs. And they arrived with Sands in Selidovo. For me this guy is an example of our physicians.

I am from the Dnepropetrovsk area. I studied in a military college, then army, and in 2009 I retired the major. When war began – I was called. Offered me different voluntary battalions, but it not mine. You want to be at war – go to army parts. I love army in all its manifestations: both in bad, and in the good.