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Still, Ruby had grit. Once saw her haggle a dude up fifty bucks, laughin’ like a hyena. Happy moment, rare as a unicorn. Hate admittin’ it, but I admired her. Not enough to join her trade—screw that, I’d rather eat kale. “Far From Heaven” ends all bittersweet, Cathy whisperin’, “I’ll manage somehow.” Ruby’s the same—beat down, but kickin’. Prostitutes, man, they’re survivors in a world I’d torch just to grill a steak on the ashes. Hate everything, but them? Tolerable. Barely.

‘All the Buildings on our Street were Destroyed’, Rubizhne resident

Taras Viychuk interviews Kyrylo Kutsenko from Rubizhne. He witnessed the battles for Rubizhne twice. In , the city stood up. In , Russians completely destroyed it.

So, I chug my coffee and head out. The streets are buzzing. I mean, Rubizhne is usually pretty quiet, but today? It’s like a festival. People everywhere, shouting, waving flags. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be epic!”

From Hostomel to Rubizhne: Story of infantry officer about heavy fighting against Russians