28-year-old fighter of the Kalinovsky battalion lost his leg during the defense of Bucha. He spoke about the consequences of Russian shelling and his rehabilitation to the Belarusian media "

I knew that sooner or later full-scale hostilities would begin in Ukraine. I was preparing for them, so I had a feeling of "

From the first day, my comrades and I traveled around the Kyiv region, helping the guys who had insufficiently strengthened defenses.

The first serious clash occurred on March 3 on the outskirts of Bucha. That's where I lost my leg..

At some point, we were surrounded. A Russian projectile flew into the complex where we were. The guys next to me fell: they chopped their legs. I was pushed forward. I was without a helmet, I don’t know how nothing flew into my head. I guess luck.

I tried to get up but I found I couldn't. I look at the leg, and it hangs on a piece of skin and tendons.

Crawled a few meters from the place where it arrived. In parallel, a chip hit my left hand. Due to the concussion of the nerves, I could only move a few fingers..

With his right hand, to stop the bleeding, he put a tourniquet on his leg. A little later, one of the guys dragged me to a safer place..

When a person goes to war, he understands: this can happen. I decided: it's good that I lost one leg - I can move normally.

To be honest, the situation was not easy.. It seemed to me that we were unlikely to be saved, and I even recorded a farewell video. Wanted to leave something in case my phone is found..

Relatives already know how I feel, why repeat this before death? I was focused on the fight. He completed his task: he killed some of the opponents. It is possible, in principle, to know the honor.

I think if a person does not experience fear in such situations, perhaps something is wrong with him.. But fear can be controlled, which I did. Why be afraid of death? Sooner or later it will happen to everyone. For a man, a warrior, to die in battle is an honor.. I would be much more afraid to die from some disease.

The next day I found out that the guys were saved. They held the defense for about 12 hours. Five people died that day.

It was an emotional moment for the wife.. I reassured her: I said that everything was fine and that this was a standard situation.. People live without legs.

The first three days it seemed that the phantom pain bypassed me, but then it began. For about a month I was on morphine. The pain was so unbearable that I was injected with morphine 3-4 times a day.. Pain in the leg, which is not.

I understand that now I am a rather dubious warrior, but when a stump forms, I will be given a combat prosthesis. And if the war is not over by then, I will be able to participate in the battles. In the meantime, I help the guys with organizational processes, share combat experience.

Alexey celebrated his birthday in the hospital, a week after he lost his leg.

Friends came to him, their faces were very tense. The birthday boy had to reassure them: “I said: everything is fine, there is a lot of work ahead. Life goes on"

Victory Day is still hard to imagine. Lots of work ahead. When we liberate all the occupied territories, we will need to restore Ukraine, build a strong country that, if necessary, will again be able to repel Russian ambitions. And they in Russia, I think, will never disappear.