Chernihiv is a city of legends!

Two fragile girls volunteered in the medical service of territorial defense forces in my battalion. They create legends! These girls treat boys from the front line, help the locals, pack sweets and take them to shelters where children stay.

During today’s mortar shelling, when medical teams dispersed to positions, a local woman ran to the girls, asking for help. An elderly man was wounded by the glass in the nape. And then it all began…

They found him, bandaged him, injected with something; he’s in critical condition, with a weak pulse, it’s an immediate emergency! The shelling is continuing, the glass is shattering, and emergency is on call. What shall we do?

I grab the keys to Duster, drive up, lower the rear seats, command them — pull! him into the car The boys put the wounded man in the enlarged trunk, and curled up, the girls fit next to him. Step on the gas!

I apologize to the police for all existing traffic rules violations, I have never traveled this way around the city before. Once his pulse is stabilized, the old man starts to breathe independently, which is something incomprehensible in medical language. Holding grandpa during sharp turns, swearing, and passing the checkpoints quickly with the boys nodding in agreement, we made it. The wounded man with a stable pulse was transferred to the duty officer in the hospital.

While we were washing our clothes, we were told that the man was already in the operating room. Speed recovery, Grandpa.

Ihor, Chernihiv