businessman , they found him on a hancharovka, beaten, balaslas, larisa, this is my friend, mother, martavitskyis barodyna knew, suddenly, once we communicated with him, without a roof, this, mine father, let's say, died, uh, he can't be in the city... worked, mykolai ivanovich , a lot of acquaintances, people were killed for nothing, those who slept at night, who just went out, there was no water, but something was needed preparing, going for water, they were simply torn apart in the streets, not just killed, they left behind an emptiness, so much grief and so much death to see and bury with their own hands... a thousand bodies of their acquaintances, their neighbors, their friends, you don’t wish for such a thing, simply breaks inside everyone. emptiness inside, no matter how well we lived, badly, but we lived, did not fly, no shot nothing, and that they did well, they did something, they did nothing good to us, absolutely nothing, you would like to give them something if they saw it, and who knows what to even say to them, let them go and sit in their own at home there, it is not necessary th