(miniflash story)

Once I was going by train to Frankfurt and suddenly saw a guy who was enthusiastically reading a book about the heroes of the Ukrainian regiment “Azov.”

It was a victorious heroic story of the regiment and the terrible blockade of Mariupol at the Azovstal metallurgical plant. And tears came to my eyes, because I remembered with horror the days when everyone mourned for our defenders in Mariupol, but I gladly realized that they survived and we won! … Suddenly the sharp train braking made me wake up and return to the military realities, but I’m sure I saw the future.