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[onefellswoop]

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[necropolitical]

My scar. I don't know that you can see it clearly in the photo - which, yes, please, do as you like with it! (And perhaps send me something in kind? This of you on the stool is adorable and funny, but I think it's not phone home screen material.)

The scar, though, runs from my [...] by my hair. [...] Hairline. From my hairline, across my eye, to above my lip. It isn't disfiguring, and my eye was unharmed, thankfully.

No, it wasn't a pub fight.

You know what's happening in Ukraine, but probably were surprised like the rest of the world?

We weren't. We knew it would happen sooner or later. Everyone had been preparing for it for years - soldiers and people like me. Citizens. Irregular or partisan warfare, that's how it's called in English. Children - teenaged, but children - learned to shoot Kalashnikovs. Mothers learned how to hear and what to report.

When the Russians came to Kharkiv two years ago, I went, also. And then Pripyat, and then Obolon. Me and my brother, several more besides. What the military couldn't do - for whatever the reason, a crime or because they're too obvious - we did.

I like to plant explosives and disable vehicles.

We did other things that I'm not proud to admit, but were necessary.

We killed - ah, but we still kill - traitors. Informants.

The soldier was Ukrainian. He was passing information to the Russians. I [...] imagine he didn't want to die; he struck out at me with a piece of glass.

Andrii shot him.

Russians, we left as warnings to other Russians. Signs over them, like "If the Americans bombs don't get you, we will" and "Putin is sending you to die."

We left him face down in the dirt.

[...]

If you ever want to see evil, look in the face of a Ukrainian man who helps Russians murder his neighbors and steal his country's children.

[...]

I don't fight anymore; too many close calls. Too many scars - you'll see, if you would like to see. And Sergiy -

Well.

A bullet too close to the artery in my leg made me decide I could do other things. So, I find help. People who know explosives, people who can teach new things to our irregulars. People who know how to make traps.

Other things.