It was evening when Wiktoria entered the house from the garden. At the same time, an artillery shell exploded nearby. The shards passed through the steel gate, stuck in the wall of the house, and one stuck in Wiktoria's heart. The heart immediately stopped working. She was seventeen, had just finished school and wanted to study.

The Russians broke the law by shelling a residential neighbourhood and killing civilians. They also broke the law of nature because she should bury her parents. The parents should not bury their child. This shard hit not only her heart but many other hearts as well. Even though they continue to beat, these hearts do not stop bleeding.

Looking at this pain and suffering, one feels what a wonderful child she must have been. If she had been given a chance to live her life, this cemetery would probably be filled with friends whom she would meet in her future life and share her joy with them. But she was not given such a chance. She was also not allowed to leave in peace when nearby explosions drowned out the sobs of her relatives because the Russians regularly shelled Mykolayiv and the district where the Wiktoria family lived.

When you look at the pain of devouring her father, you do not doubt that the Russians have gained a deadly enemy who will go to the front a moment after the funeral. But her father has been on this front since 2014 because the war started, and he joined a fight.

Her father got a pass to attend his daughter's funeral. At that time, his unit was transferred to another front section and hit by a Russian ambush. They all died. He survived because he was at his own daughter's funeral. Sometimes it is hard to believe in life-written scenarios.