When the full-scale war began, Victoriia Dziuba was pregnant, but did not know it yet. She remembers the beginning of the great war as the most terrible period in her life. In her native Zaporizhzhia, Victoriia and her family hid in the basement of a private house. The girl was a witness to how russian rockets destroyed the airport, as well as landings near the house, then the blast wave knocked out the door and glass. Panic reigned in the city: the shelves of shops and pharmacies were almost empty, there were queues for three hours at gas stations. In autumn, the couple had a daughter, who was named Myroslava. The young mother wants the girl not to feel the impact of the war.