Military Operations and Personal Stories

Barysh, I'm waiting for you.

Welcome to hell!

They just fired three or four mortars.

We carry out the mission at any cost, at any cost.

The most valuable thing, the vehicle has already been completely destroyed.

We're driving on the rims.

You understand, comrade.

Brother,

there's just a little left.

Come on, come on, lion,

tiger.

Come on, come on, run across faster.

Come on, over here, Shakhtar.

This is the kind of

mess it is here.

Exit.

There. That's it, friends.

Hello, dear.

How are you?

Hello!

I don't know, can we hug?

Of course, of course. Hello!

Hello.

Thank you so much.

Oh, come on, really.

Thank you.

It's our job.

You know, it's this kind of place,

these moments between life and death.

Thank God he survived. That's it, he's home. Right?

Especially since he's my only one.

Look who's coming. Hello.

One of ours.

One of ours.

May the Lord save you.

And that's the story.

The entire Russian National Guard was looking for him. The FSB, the National Guard.

Everyone at the Defense Ministry, everyone everywhere got involved.

They give us the same phone numbers, and they don't work.

And only then—

And we got through at exactly the moment when the phone we were calling was being repaired.

We were calling.

Thank you so much. If you really hadn't

tried so hard, if you hadn't—if you hadn't pulled him out,

my son wouldn't be alive. Thank you so much.

So that's what the Almighty willed. That's it, okay, no, no.

Everything is fine.

Thank you.

Everything is fine.

Let's go.