Cossack. We've been ordered to chew out refugees here. Who came up with the idea that we were taking them to Donetsk was unclear. Somewhere near Cossack, apparently, stood our artillery, and the village shook from the "exit". Fuck, brought to Donetsk, joked Andrey "Evil", in the Krasnoarmeysky at least it was not so loud. - 33 - Mariupol On this day I definitely understood that I, after all, am not a journalist and never bother them with the will. Somehow I was uncomfortable with questions about frightened people who, perhaps, the other day lost everything. After all, a journalist is like a doctor or a policeman: he hurts, but for some good. We went back to Novoazovsk. It's good to fight at home where you know everything. I immediately went to a cafe with a great kitchen, Wi-Fi and started working on the information front. On the way back I met Max "Indus" Drozdov. Of course, the Okolodonbass clan does not need to imagine this person, for the rest of us I will say that