(ministory with a cliffhanger)

We are finally here! Our courageous army has long fought for the honor of stepping on this ground. We had to steal a hundred washing machines and fifty foghouses to finally capture this airfield.

My battalion suffered heavy losses. We lost the commander and almost half of our equipment; they were stolen by mavkas in the woods. The other half of the armored fighting vehicles was sucked into the swamp. There are a few bicycles and a pair of bast shoes (lapti) left.

I sat on the hot ground. I wanted some water to drink. Suddenly a great flash crossed the sky. It was…

(Spoiler: it was the last occupier’s words in Chornobayivka)