Hi! I would like to have a serious talk with you.
Now I am on the territory of Ukraine (in the fall of 2019, my family and I came here from Russia), where fighting has been going on since February 24.
On February 24, at five in the morning, I woke up to the sound of explosions and heard something that no one in the world would want to hear: "The war has begun."
I lived in the city of Irpen, Kiev region. The battles were held there literally from the first days. My quiet city suddenly became one of the more dangerous places. For 12 days, my family, neighbors and I sat in the basement, ready for the fact that a bomb could fall on us at any moment. Because one day a bomb literally flew into the house next to us, I will never forget the force of that blow.
From the 10th to the 12th day of the war, we had neither light nor telephone communication. And the explosions outside the window were getting closer and closer.
A volunteer was supposed to come for us, but due to active hostilities and lack of communication, we could not contact him in any way. He didn't come for a first day, the second. Honestly, by that time I was ready to die.
On the third day, when there was no hope left at all, my mother ran into the room with a joyful cry that a volunteer had arrived. It was a completely different person, as it turned out later. But in any case, we were grateful to him for taking us out of this hell.
We, 7 people + a cat and a dog, got into a small car and drove away from our house. I was sitting on the side of the broken window and was afraid that the Russian military might start shelling us on the way. A volunteer drove us to a bombed-out bridge, over which we crossed on foot and climbed into a minibus. I left Irpen to the sounds of explosions and machine-gun fire after this minibus.
And I wouldn't wish anyone to go through something like that. Never.
Now I'm afraid of any loud sounds, when I hear them, it always seems to me that it's a rocket, a bomb flying. Or a plane. Or something else dangerous. :_)

So, why am I writing this text at all? Now I am far away from my home, in relative safety. But I can't draw now, because of course my desktop computer stayed at home. And I do not know how soon I will be able to resume work at all. Because at the moment I don't even know if my house is intact. Was it bombed? I don't know. More than a week ago, there was news that looters were breaking into apartments and stealing things... they may have been in my house, too.
So I do not know when I will be able to draw next time. I'm sorry if you're expecting some work from me, but I'm not physically able to do anything right now.

And I'm sorry if the text looks strange. I am using a translator and I am not in a condition to check the correctness of the text right now.

So... it's time to say goodbye??? Idk what to write next... I've been gathering my strength for a long time to write this text and now I feel devastated.

Wish you all a good day and please... please, take care of yourself and be safe.