In fact, I did not fight or serve. It happened. However, the war has lived in my heart and blood since the spring of 1996, when I first visited it. On the Volkhov Front, spring 1942. I didn’t make a mistake, I ended up in that war as a funeral team. We are usually called search engines, but we are exactly the funeral team. Since then I have remained in that war. Lezninsky bridgehead, Pyohovo village, Vodos bridgehead, Neviy Mokh swamp, Mekenzi Mountains... 59th Army of the Volkhov Front, 1st MVDB of the North-Western Front, Primorsky Army of the 4th Ukrainian Front. How many have I personally raised and buried? Don't know. I don't think so. You can, of course, find statistics, probably somewhere around 200 soldiers and commanders. But why is this? We are soldiers of that war. And period.