Svitlana hasn’t left Kyiv since the first days of the Great War. She has survived APCs on the streets and sleepless nights in the subway, empty streets, empty store shelves. Now she even has her own small “arsenal for underground life” – a folding bed, a warm blanket, chairs, a backpack. For a long time, she held on to the hope that it would end soon. But lately, russian shelling of the capital has only intensified – missiles hit residential buildings again and again, and at nightfall she is constantly worried – not for herself, but for her young grandson, who has been familiar with the sound of sirens and explosions since childhood. But despite her despair, Svitlana stubbornly believes: even in the darkness of war, goodness must find the strength to win.