Help Bakhmut

I always remember that feeling of joy and eagerness to fly to meet the guys on the front line, and the feeling of pain, anxiety, and grief when I return to peaceful Kyiv.Hundreds of pairs of eyes looking at you and waving goodbye as your car disappears over the horizon. It's indescribable. The only wish is for you to come back alive. I know it's not always possible, but I sincerely hope for it. I pray to God for it. I dream of it.