up, no no sold to those damned russians, this is the place of our last battle in the village of lukashivka in our country. here was a line, well, a line of defense , here were greenhouses and trenches were dug between them, there were two trenches, everything was like this, well, well, it was thought out in our way, for the moment, so that we could somehow move, well, from one trench in another next to me is galina oleksandrivna, the mother of yura vorona, my friend, and shermet artem valeriv is also in the photo. the second machine gunner of our reconnaissance platoon, who also died in this place, this is my trench, it was my trench, mine and yurii vorona, it was somewhere deeper than me , well, twice as deep as it is now somewhere up to my chest, we dug it with such a system that we would have, well, there i cut branches so that such as banits for pkma would come out , did and well, if only the entire infrastructure in order to conduct a confident battle. here, yuria vorona and i , along with another local resident, were observing with the help of night vision and at night, around three

already, ira will come, yura, it will be fun and cozy as always, it's the first time i've been to lukashivka a long time , to show my comrades the place where yura died, i thought that the heart would be there, but he simply told clearly what it was like there, it was simply terrifying... but now only i realize that, well, maybe white people are there , as they finished, shot, and the child with with that smile she proudly went to her second life, she didn't give up, she didn't sell herself to those cursed rascals, this is the place of our last battle in the village of lukashivka.