Vsevolod Steblyuk, a police Colonel, Professor of the Department of criminalistics and forensic medicine of the Academy, the assistant Minister of defence of Ukraine.

About this on his page in Facebook wrote Cyborgs-2015 - art-project about heroes of our time.

From the first days of Maidan. Organized the first aid station, first began to provide medical assistance. In the medical service of the Maidan worked the entire period. In the medical Department of the Headquarters of the National Resistance, was responsible for the forensic examination.

All that was in the medical service of the Maidan – gone to the ATO. Virtually from scratch provided the National Guard, which at that time was not of their resources.

In may Avakov ordered the formation of the battalion "Peacemaker" of the veterans of peacekeeping operations in the interior Ministry and volunteers. Base training was the training center of the Academy. Vsevolod volunteered to prepare the medical battalion. When he came to the battalion, he realized that they were not already gone, so cool you guys were. The battalion went to Slavyansk. The first baptism, familiarity with the Grads, mortars was in Popasna.

After Slavyansk was small, 10 days vacation. For this vacation, on an appeal on Facebook, people have dumped on the front edge of the conveyor – LUAZ. Realized - in a combat situation needs this kind of machine. Bought with friends, affectionately called "Susan", was consecrated in St. Michael. This car went in Dzerzhinsk, where by that time relocated battalion. After Dzerzhinsk was Ilovaysk. There were dozens of lives saved. About the events in Ilovaisk.

June 4, 2015 Vsevolod Steblyuk awarded the title of "national Hero of Ukraine" and was awarded the first non - state award-the order of "national Hero of Ukraine".

Ilovaisky boiler.

So, on the eve of Independence Day our battalion "Peacemaker" came to the place of dislocation in Ilovaysk. Before leaving, by the way, 52 people wrote the report. Well, got rid of the ballast. Went the most reliable guys are the best. Housed in a camp, somewhere in 40 km from Ilovaysk. The same evening visited SBU-schnick and warned: "There is credible information that went two Russian battalion tactical groups, about 40 pieces of equipment".

- What shall we do? - ask the battalion commander, Andrei Teteruk.

- We will die as heroes, " joked Andrew. As the water looked.

This calmed down a bit. Came General, brought the task: "you will Need to spend cleaning after the storming of Ilovaysk. First will be the army, the national guard. You then strip. Till the evening. Come back tonight. Everything will be okay!".

With the guys from the "Donbass", under cover of our artillery, went into the transfer. Stopped at the location of the "Donbass". Then there was that task we have adjusted. Now our goal is a rail depot, which is actually at the separation line, the railroad divides the transfer into two parts. The depot is just the Outpost, which hindered the passage separ our territory. At the depot there were about 20 of the battalion "Kherson".

We went to the depot, is set in akkurat on Independence Day. The first day was more or less quiet, and then began. My first citadel on the war it became the depot. It was us there is up to a hundred people. Fired constantly, that came directly to the fence. 5 days, with limited ammunition, without food, water accumulator. It was very scary. Thrashed so that ... will Trombetta – is infantry, we begin to fight back – before the bomb goes off. But our mess up their separ worthy. We were only slightly wounded.

The infirmary was under the locomotive, in the pit. Slept there too. Reliable such a pit. A couple of times to realize that you have to shoot. Only had 2 stores, many did not, knew that with my skills in more than 2 shops I will die.

Then there was the "Green corridor". From Megapole lined column for several kilometers. People have realized that we can bombard. The technique used to cook, who as hitched some leaves, something booked. My Susan - trough open. I supervise 2 civilian medic, one word - civil.

To go with me did not want - was asked to take them in the armored car. To go alone, without fire cover is insane. Decided: Susan burn, so that the enemy did not get up, but he is on the bus. But then the heavy, Callsign "Greek" says: "We do not leave his, I'll go with you". "Greek" with the assistant Misha Krylov sat down and we moved on Susan in the column.

Just released from Megapole – started the shooting. Started from barns with small arms. The feeling is that there gathered all separa Donetsk region. The fire is so dense that it seemed: it's not the screeching of the bullets - it rings the air. When we flag a few bullet holes, and Juju bullets flew by. Firmly she was consecrated. On the Saviour priest in St. Michael tried.

Traveling, on the go picked up the wounded soldier, where he could reach. But could not reach everywhere. Still before Victor Eschenko, before his family... I saw him 70-100 metres, under the green paint, was seriously wounded, and absolutely impossible to approach. Already mine went.

Gathered 8 people wounded. Vlad Kovalev was a great doctor, a real hero, "Kherson". He told me "heavy" Lesha Markin threw in the car. Say: "Let's hop in the car". He told me: "No, there is heavy..". And ran to the green paint. Ran into a mine.. was Not Vlad... Gold was a guy.

So was driving. Tried to go for some kind of armor. For a tank to hide behind the BMP. Go for the FW, go to the meter of the armor. On the armor you go guys. In FW ATGM hits. We piled the remains of the boys, flop trunk, hands, it is unclear what. And the tower of flies. Time slows down. Food and see how, slowly rolling over, flying the turret of a BMP. The idea is the same: now this tower will fall on us and roll in the ground. But the tower falls nearby. All dripping in blood... Technique is on the field. Tolley sunflower or corn. Look, all mines fall into a rut. 've got the range. Food aside, 30 meters from this column, these sunflowers. To see only. As zsuzsi withstood the engine ... Reliable our equipment!

Then there was the Russian the BMD with a white flag. Was delighted, thinking: "wounded give." And they went and BMD laser this this crushed the guys on the ground. One screaming - BMD at him, still in place and spun. Someone cried out in the field. From the hatch BMD bastard got out, a grenade launcher in the other side... When I saw it – pretended to be dead. KrAZ was burning nearby, the smoke hasn't noticed.

After some time the Russians appeared. Saw among them an officer. Major. It turned out later – the paratrooper battalion. I had a vest of the red cross, the red cross flag from the Maidan still, lying in the car. Another identity that the courses of first aid was held. Formality, when the Crimea was preparing to go to the mission of the red cross. Then go failed, and identity remained. I said, "Guys, I went and you watch: shot – well then all haplic". Shoot a bulletproof vest, a helmet, wear the vest, take the flag, go to the Russians.

Fifty meters away he saw me. A few nuts: all light, and then there is like this with the flag of the red cross and in the medical vest.

- Wait! Weapons! - yelling.

- What, are you fucking weapon! I'm a doctor, the international Red Cross!

Came, showed. Certificate in English: Red Cross.

- What are you doing here, doing here?

- I'm not in the business, went to collect the wounded, in Ilovaysk, from the red cross, "I explained," and you started it all...

With me the case was, it's a photograph of his grandfather. My grandfather passed two wars: Finnish and Russian. I took this case, found photo. Russian this thought.

My also fought, " she said.

Maybe they fought together.

And what we're doing.

- I protect the Homeland!

- What Kind Of Home! You fascists! You eat babies. Civilians killed!

- Mr. officer. I see You are a seasoned soldiers, You fought in Chechen? – ask.

- In the second.

With whom did You fight?

- We with the bandits, on Russia, on the state...

- We have the same situation. I'm fighting the bandits, who on the integrity of the state of my mess.

- It's all bullshit!

- I need to take out the wounded, and translate the conversation.

"What would you take out?

- I have a Transporter, not know, however, starts...

- Go ahead, pile it on heavy. Here heavy, Light here... let the throw weapon...

- We have no weapons... Only wounded.

Ran. Susan wound up. Put the heavy.

- Under 200-hundredths something moves. Look, ' says the major.

And there Ural lifted his nose up stands, a bunch of guys nearby, pieces of bodies... Terrible picture. Scared to approach. As the judicial physician know that you need to focus as if it is the examination of the scene. Emotions off, watching. Hand, livores Mortis means death for three hours... This, with cadaveric spots in the side. The other hand... There... yeah, that hand without patches. I'm for this hand – she ternuras. Sasha Christiana lay... Kid, 19 years old. In my head hole, fragments, brain, brains... Sasha Pulled, put in Juju, and are not removable.

Went to the location of the Russian major, the only safe place.

Arrived. There were already 2 or 3 of our wounded soldier in captivity. And there is such a delegation, a car full of wounded, light sandymouth, holding on to Her. Is and major:

- Fucking, mom said "Ukrainians are brothers, the Ukrainians are brothers...". What we nah.... brothers... what we do... who cares...

Then I realized that we need to "push", to take more arrogance. Moreover, shell-shocked, all I can. Arrived, the guys were seated.

To the commander, " I said.

- Sergey.

- Well, Vsevolod.

- Will Be "Doc".

- Well, I have a "Doc". We are five days without food. Need people to feed. Vaughn, in an inverted Ural stew...

- Ibid mines, where are you going?

- Climb, I carefully. It's anti-tank.

- Well, you're fucked...th, shows well on the head received.

Got into this car, mines a box of canned meat pulled.

And guys, the Russians, still quite green. Shout: "You Bandera! Eat babies. Where are you flooded! You on Russia attacked!", - snap closures. They were sure we invaded in the Rostov region. They have such a setup was that they were on exercises in the Rostov region, and that the fascists will attack Russia.

This information was originally an ordinary structure. The phone was seized from them. They really didn't know that they are in Ukraine.

Then Russian commander gave his men the stretcher. Walked around the neighborhood. By the evening I had 17 people. Two heavy till morning did not survive. Five people lightly wounded. There was no water, it was the scariest, yet it was terribly cold.

Before the morning had been wounded. At this time, "Greek" spent "training" with the Russians. Near commander BMD-shki, sat with them. There were mutual friends on the SWAT team. Talked about the Maidan.

Night team came to us to shoot. He came some Chechen them in the form of military might Ossetians, call sign "Falcon" he had. Took them two colonels from the plane. Looked at us like "it's already dead". Something with the battalion commander spoke. We all understood.

Went to the battalion commander, saying:

In a masculine way, everyone knows when to shoot, tell. I'm a believer, prepare to be. The boys could not tell.

- Why do you think I should shoot? – asks.

- According to the logic of military events. Know that you are Russian military personnel, see your position, know your weapons. And visit this companion is a valuable took, and we're the trash, expendable.

"You know Doc, if you're on the Juju in this p...see survived, then your God in the forehead kissed. And not my right to deprive you of life.

"Greek", who was sitting with them, says: hours three nights comes the command: "decide." The commander answers: "I can't, I have a doctor of the red cross, they have already given their coordinates. Lit up for them tomorrow. Can't shoot". On the side cursed a major.

Morning, dawn. Say:

The commander, I'll go for water to the village. Will all die. Dehydration wounded. Your also without water. Found a can near the wrecked car. Went.

Come to the village. Went to the first hut.

- About the Russians! There were those, nationalists! They're such...

- A little to the wrong address. Read: Ukrainian Red Cross shows the crust.

"Oh son, I'm sorry... Such a disaster... we Got a wounded boy is, we hid in the yard.

"I'll get water, then come.

We reach the hut, near which the well. The people from the whole village came together. Discuss... Say "there are two, and in the yard – one is...".

First time went without water – the boys have collected the complete machine. Instead of water they brought a lot of wounded. The second best-selling took the water. Information on the village instantly shattered: there goes the doctor, collect the wounded. Near each of the courtyard stood and waved: "I do." Ukrainian village. Half of the Ukrainian language was spoken.

Found Igor (he is now the commander of "Svityaz"). Intact, but bruised. Say "get changed into a citizen. Will present you as my civilian paramedic". Brought, the battalion commander said that he had found his assistant. Say: "We got a lot of wounded". And carried. On this day, only in this village about 35 boys found. "There's still a point there - locals say. - There is also wounded there." Went to the point. Started out to take. So we unloaded.

After lunch, the Russians the Red Cross were given 40 minutes to pick up the wounded. When they appeared, the commander ran to meet: just below were the militia – "novorosov", not shot. My car is already all knew. Took three cars of the red cross, were transported to points. Guys posirujet, he took two heavy. And so it went.

According to the hospital like 87 people gathered. But there were those who not in a field hospital, and immediately the Dnepropetrovsk flew away. A lot... a lot... Drove one samambaia ZSU and one soldier of the "Donbass". Now friends with them. Many later found. Many were not found. There was no more..

According to the hospital like 87 people gathered. But there were those who not in a field hospital, and immediately the Dnepropetrovsk flew away. A lot... a lot... Drove one samambaia ZSU and one soldier of the "Donbass". Now friends with them. Many later found. Many were not found. There was no more...

Arrived at the airport - found command post. Colonel of some sort. Suit, saying: "traveled all the Russian positions, let's draw, show, tell where what technique, what forces, armaments". In response to: "there's a case of vodka under the table. Take, nobuhisa and sleep."

The morning, along with 200, 56 bodies, which in the 40 minutes managed to pick up one Katerinovka, on the patch, not counting burned (charred didn't take), I went to a mobile hospital.

There are already all knew, the boys said. Met adequately so... Nice. Fed, dressed and off I went. Zaporozhye, then to Kiev.

So they fought...

photo by Roman Psachna

Source: Facebook "CBarge - 2015" / Cyborgs - 2015