Sometimes fate turns us into helpless cripples. War. Accident. Accident. Deprived of limbs, sight, bedridden, we lose the meaning of life... And dreams come. So real that you want to stay in them forever. Dreams in which you do what you do best - fight. Dreams - in which you are full again. But you have to pay for everything. Even for dreams. One day I ended up in a military hospital. I went into the room and ran into them. The boys valiantly served their Motherland. They gave her a part of themselves, literally. I was surrounded by disabled people. I won't go into details. I'll say one thing - it's scary. It’s scary not only to turn into a stump. It's scary that no one needs you anymore. Then I promised that I would write about them... Read, guys. Read.