Graveyard residence
Soldiers Graves
Bunker N205
Fotified Kiev
Iron bunker
Flooded Bunker
Digging in road
Cool six-shooter
Lake Bunker
Appearance of Scooturo
Garbage pit
Enchanted bottle
Sophocles advice
Haunted hills
Ivan Kupala
On Defence Line
Scooturo Casualty
General Vlasov
Digging in marsh
Munitions & Bones
Das Reich
Deaths Head ring
Korsun battlefield
Iron Cross
Ukrainian Anarchists
Witches Sabbath
My Trophies
Baby Yar
Luteg beachhead

This is Bukrin, an inexhaustible sourse for mines, shells and the best place for campings.


Below is from modern history. In the 1990's these were the homes of rich people. Today the owners are in jail and homes are left standing unfinished. One day, their owners have been prosperous people who thought the success would last forever... but then, the politics and economic situations changed and every time when it happens the skinny crows coming to power to eat the fat ones.

We have many such houses in neighbourhood, whole villages. We call them the burials of money. They are from time when Soviet Union collapsed and many became rich quick and then fell in flames...

This one located in a beautiful place, on some of the hills of Bukrin battle and look like a memorial to me. The memorial of people hopes for better life. In this country a rich people will never be safe.


That’s me in the middle with the guitar, serenading my friends Alex and Max. They help me dig.

Guys love our camping trips and it is not my singing that attract them. I'm the worst singer in the world, when it’s time for late guests to leave, my kind of singing comes in handy. I believe, guys love two things in our camping life, first is digging itself and second is my cooking. I may not be a gourmet chef, but my cooking is good. Once, someone joined us and obsessed with glattony gained 20 kgs in two weeks. He would have gained more, but our food supply was over so I sang to him.  

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