"The hottest point of the Donbas Industrial Zone Avdeevka. Terrarium in the forefront.
- That we have anaconda. Biting, infection - Zhora pointed to the sleeping hefty zmeyuku.She lifted her head and hissed. - Opa, hunting. Maybe jump to here. At the smugglers confiscated. And this - the good, boa. Good guy. And here we have a python, a girl.
The company commander Brigade "East" with the callsign Zhora comes in aviary with the "girl" and raises her arm.
- Where is the passion? - We are puzzled press photographer of "Komsomolskaya Pravda" Vitya Huseynov.
- I do not know, they liked me since childhood. People are afraid of them, and to me they are contrary interesting. Someone cat and dog. And I have - that's this. For the computer you sit, work, zapolzet boa around his neck, he embraces and sleeps. Once a month, they fed rats, and all - are baldeyut.
His personal terrarium Jora settle in the headquarters of the company, located near the front line, which had been laid today for the industrial zone under Avdeevka. According PROMKO as it is called here. The commander of the hardware and it rukasty. Otgrohali immediately service yard - pigs, ducks, rabbits and even nutria "Why eat canned meat. We are all environmentally friendly, non-GMO. As our grandfathers fought partisans? Its economy they had. And we take the example from them. "
Judgment and thorough Jora takes us on an armored "Niva" to their impregnable positions, that within five days of trying to take the Ukrainian troops. In civilian life, he has worked as a builder and repairman railways, and businessman. Who commands the company, on its APU area suffered serious losses, realize that there is no break and began to attack other sites. Circling huge craters in the snow-covered road, Jora talks about politics:
- our grandfathers fought against evil, and they praise them now. Monuments demolished. You put them? All destroy, plunder. Pockets nabyut and leave abroad. And those who went after them, will be scourged.
- And who are you feel?
- I'm used to Russian. It is a land - Russian. Then all the talk in Russian. Here Russia should be everywhere.
We are rolling out the bridge, under which the summer kitchen, and a pile and concrete shelters for men. And around - turned inside out earth mixed with "fresh" iron. I saw this in the summer of 2014 under the Slavic in Semenovka. When the Ukrainians have ceased to be shy and ironed position militia "Tulips", "hyacinth", "Hurricanes" ... Ukrainian gunners seemed to pass examinations in all subjects, which have this destructive practice. But Zory no one person was killed. Zhora, again on the mandate grandparents buried in the ground so that it is, perhaps, the vacuum bomb spend - money down the drain. Residential bunker dug into the embankment supporting the bridge. And it ...
- see everything, - not without pride, he gets us to this shelter. - Bunk beds, under the ground, under a layer of concrete and asphalt. Convenient, comfortable and punch impossible. Five days here sprinkled all calibers - do not sprinkle, not broke. And a good sound insulation.
Positions are equipped with the same Russian thoroughness. Before my eyes - the field on which the Ukrainians tried to attack. Behind him - a position APU. In support of power transmission line fluttering yellow-Blakytny Prapor. Hence, from a height, the idea with the onset seems complete madness. Neither Bush nor the hillock, all sweep through. APU simply dumped directly for slaughter under the trunks Zhorina company.
- They have been ordered to go to my position for two days, - says the company commander. - Five days beat-beat, smashed teeth themselves. Tanks out, infantry fighting vehicles, armored personnel carriers ... I saw everything that they have. Grad fell asleep just nonstop. A pearl infantry ... We got one body, his purple tongue. They probably were on drugs. A normal person can not move because they probably something prick. Running around in the cold light, get into it, he tumbled, got up and ran on, until the heart stops. Inadequate.
In measuring the sound breaks somewhere in the side of the airport suddenly intertwined with a long queue of heavy machine gun. Beyond it is another, followed by a few claps.
- Well, that's where they are now shooting? In whom? - I sincerely perplexed Jora. - We are in shelters, they do not attack. Drug addicts.
We were lucky to get in PROMKO the first five days of calm. The boys cut wood for their underground shelter, stuffed with ammunition and stores are preparing for the evening, when the Ukrainians traditionally "tear the tower." Somewhere in the distance rumbles in the airport area. By the morning of each burst will be counted and will report on the three or four thousand violations of the regime of silence. Here, in war, these diplomatic terms cause a sad smile. "