Graveyard residence

Soldiers Graves

Bunker N205

Fortified Kiev

Iron bunker

Flooded Bunker

Digging in road

Cool six-shooter

Lake Bunker

Appearance of Scooturo

Garbage pit

Enchanted bottle

Sophocles advice


Haunted hills

Ivan Kupala

On Defence Line

Scooturo Casualty

General Vlasov

Digging in marsh


Artillery Bunker

Top relic

Potato Masher

1935 Helmet

Burials of money

Das Reich

Deaths Head ring

Korsun battlefield


Iron Cross

Ukrainian Anarchists

Witches Sabbath
My Trophies

Baby Yar

Luteg beachhead

This is Bukrin, an inexhaustible source for mines, shells and the best place for campings.


Below is from modern history. In the 1990's these were the homes of rich people. Today the owners are in jail and homes are left standing unfinished. One day, their owners have been prosperous people who thought the success would last forever... but then, the politics and economic situations changed and every time when it happens the skinny crows coming to power to eat the fat ones.

We have many such houses in neighbourhood, whole villages. We call them the burials of money. They are from time when Soviet Union collapsed and many became rich quick and then fell in flames...

This one located in a beautiful place, on some of the hills of Bukrin battle and look like a memorial to me. The memorial of people hopes for better life. In this country a rich people will never be safe.


Thatís me in the middle with the guitar, serenading my friends Alex and Max. They help me dig.

Guys love our camping trips and it is not my singing that attract them. I'm the worst singer in the world, when itís time for late guests to leave, my kind of singing comes in handy. I believe, guys love two things in our camping life, first is digging itself and second is my cooking. I may not be a gourmet chef, but my cooking is good. Once, someone joined us and obsessed with gluttony gained 20 kgs in two weeks. He would have gained more, but our food supply was over so I sang to him.


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