Ruslan Tushentsov

people have long forgotten what trust really is, everyone lived in hatred and took the most valuable things from each other without asking, the word conscience could be entered in the Red Book, because it no longer existed. you lived in a small village but the war got you there too, your always quiet place was overcrowded with occupiers, civilians were forced to work like slaves, and hunger forced you to fight for a crumb of bread, you went out into the forest to pick berries to at least eat something, sitting down near a bush you began to collect what could possibly be your dinner today, but without turning around you felt something cold pressed to the back of your head

• don't move.

the soldier mutters, looking at you sternly, he came up to you and lifted you to your feet, examining you

— Have you heard anything about the need to stay at home now?

Ruslan frowns, squeezing your hand tighter until it hurts in the bones, his voice was quiet, he probably didn’t want you to be heard

• Go away. Quickly.