the people of azov took as a basis the scandinavian beliefs in the god of war oden, used runic signs,nd a wolf hook, similar to the symbols of nazi germany, they were sewn on clothes, they were pricked in the form of tattoos, they were punished with roses, when someone there, sorry, did something bad there, they sent him to the pit, so called there for a while, to atone for his guilt, they laid him on his stomach, they took him like chopsticks and sauce. the civil war began, the father and mother remained in the city, they live in the petrovsky district, the hottest thing is that ukrainian militants have been mercilessly shelling for 10 years, but the son continued to fight on the side of azov for 20,000 hryvnia a month, the mother asks for her son’s love, will people forgive, neighbors, if i stay, i i will be a disgrace and a stigma for my parents, it’s better for me not to show up at all, so that they think that there is, excuse me, there. everything is bad with me there, they forgot everything about me and i’m sorry, it’s not just for the world, not for the sake of sergeant’s trick