death of my son, on march 5, somewhere at 16:15, 16:20, the commander of one of the groups called me, kalymakilled. the circumstances of the death were that the ukrainian side and our side agreed on a humanitarian corridor for the residents of volnovakha, for civilians, but at some point, when a column of civilians moved into our side, the enemy had a high-rise building there, they started firing at the cars from there, and volodya decided to send a group to eliminate the danger to civilians, that’s all. he was picking up people somewhere from here, yeah, that’s why i say, when the opportunity arises, i’ll take it, don’t you think about it, and he tried to lead the battle, but he got into position, and well, i’m sinning as a sniper, well, according to my assumptions, it was a sniper bullet, that’s how he died, i saw volodya lying on a stretcher covered with a sheet, i didn’t open it, he was sleeping, lying like he was sleeping, the only thing is that he was very cold, i took him by the hands, so i tried to wake him up, he became the first hero of the russian federation with a background in t