living in the middle of constant fighting bucha has become a place of missing people i called the taroboronan our city buchanska they told me that the boys fell into the occupation and maybe they were captured i started writing text messages in the morning or in the evening my son if possible, if there is such an opportunity , call me back or write a text message. and i am asking you very much. i am praying for you. i went looking for him, i asked everyone who, in general, no one knew anything, only hope , hope that he is alive, that he will return to in any condition, wounded without memory, but there was hope that he was alive, and somewhere on the fifth, maybe the sixth, i had my first dream, and he was standing in front of me and it was as if someone had hit him, his forehead was over time