were driving was the only car that left with love that day this is a photo taken in the city of dokuchaivsking. we stopped, got out of the car and looked around for the first time. and in general, we began to realize what we had just done, because this realization came gradually. there is still blood on this maxan's pants, er, in his wound. broken glass from the window when, during the last ambush, they asked us to fire either machine guns or kalashnikovs, some small arms, that's where they got out of the car, my heart is pounding. to the right, yes, the monument saved us, he saved him, he was stubborn, so he interfered with a lot of things, it helped him a lot . because when he lingered there, he did something. early or we would have left each other somewhere on the battlefield or not on the battlefield and there i don't know in the forest or somewhere else i discovered this incredible man he was completely devoted to his profession and his country which is very difficult to reconcile because you have to be impartial if you reporter but this is your country, your war, your friends, it's di