Dmytro lost the meaning of life after hitting the Mariupol maternity hospital. His relatives were not there. But when you carry a girl with a baby to the morgue, it burns out everything inside.

He helped the doctors as best he could. He searched for medicines in pharmacies and performed the duties of a nurse. I saw how fearless surgeons operated right under the shelling, and the debris flew into the operating room. And then the hospital was captured. The TRO fighters who were in it changed into civilian clothes. And for some time, they managed to fool the occupiers. But in the end, they were exposed. Dmytro himself and his godfather left the city on March 16. At checkpoints, they tried to take him to the russian army, but he managed to fend off.