He was killed in action in the battles near the town of Avdiivka in eastern Ukraine in the fall of 2023...
He was a soldier, and yet he was a poet... Yes, such things happen, don't they?...
At his memorial service, his classmates spoke of how he remembered the birthdays of all his female classmates and every five years, he would send each of them a bouquet of roses, a bottle of champagne, and a chocolate cake on their birthday...
They also reminisced that in the tenth grade, he wrote a song about each of his female classmates, and at the suggestion of one of them, he was dubbed a troubadour...
In the fall of 2023, the troubadour was killed in action... He burned to ashes in a helicopter... All that remained of him were his charred watches and... memory...
How many more is death going to take away by the evil will of the minions of darkness?
Victoria, December 10 / 2023