Leonid’s story from Mariupol is more like the plot of an action film: constant shelling, a fire in his apartment, the charred bodies of russian soldiers, a gun pointed at his temple, and life in the basement of the Young Technician’s House. There, to keep warm, he had to cover himself with a piece of ship’s canvas. Leonid still remembers how delicious boiled turkey neck tasted in hungry Mariupol and how sweet freedom tasted when he finally managed to return to his homeland.