This is Andriy. It’s worth hearing a bit about him.

We needed to bring 20 tons of humanitarian aid to Kharkiv (medicine, food, walkie-talkies, baby food, etc.). We needed a driver with a truck. Everyone bitched about going. They whinged that, «they're shooting there, I can’t be arsed to go there.»

But there was one guy. Andriy. He has this fucking amazing MAN truck. It’s so clean, it’s like being in an intensive care ward (no joke — we take off our shoes when we climb into the cabin). When we asked him, «how much to make the delivery?», he almost told us to go fuck ourselves.

«Fill up the truck — and let’s fuck off to Kharkiv as fast as we can.»

He wouldn’t even take any money to change the oil in his truck. Andriy hates the Russian pigs, as he reminds us every 50 km. The day before yesterday we were looking for more truck drivers to deliver more aid to Kharkiv, and Andriy called his fellow truckers.

«No, no way, Andrei, I’m not going there! How much do they pay? They pay fuck all? So why should I go then? Why the fuck do I need that?»

«Then fuck off, you gutless bastard!» Andriy replied to his former friend and hung up.

«There's a war going on in our country and this bastard is counting much how he’ll earn,» Andriy is furious.

He really wants a machine gun in his truck.

«Well, if we meet these fucking bastards, I’ll take five of them with me to hell.»

Andriy really wants to carry ammunition. He doesn’t give a fuck about shootings, Russians, and death. Because it’s «either victory or death.»

Andriy is the face of today’s Ukraine. When we go in his truck we don’t just take tons of humanitarian aid — we also take Andriy’s steel bollocks.

Be like Andriy. Don’t be gutless, motherfucker!

Oleg, Kharkiv Oblast