It happened in the village of Katiuzhanka, north of Kyiv. On February 28, our family was driving from my aunt’s house.
While driving, we came across a Russian military column. Russians started firing from all sides.
They hit the car tank.
They hit my dad.
Dad and stepmother died immediately.
Our car caught fire.
I got out of the car and started running. I heard people shouting “on the left,” and then they began shooting at me. I did not feel pain. Although, I knew that I had two bullets in my arm and thigh. Everything was numb.
I fell to the ground and did not move. Russians came up and tugged at my leg. There was a lot of blood, so they decided I was dead.
They went back.
I thought unless I did something, no one would help me. When they left, I began to crawl on with my arms under the fence.
Then people found me and sent me to the hospital. Dad and stepmother were buried in our village, Katiuzhanka.
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