I finally received my rifle. Turns out it had a broken belt, it was rusty and kept sticking, so I cleaned it in oil for a long time trying to get it in order. Around the 20th of February came the order to pack up urgently and leave, packing lightly. We were supposed to make a forced march to some unknown location. Some joked that now we will attack Ukraine and take Kyiv in three days. But already then I thought that this is no time for laughter. I said if that happened, we wouldn’t shoot anything in three days.
