Oleg’s sweater and motorcycle left in the yardIrina did not return to her home again until March 30, about a month later. The Russian army had already begun to withdraw. Oleg’s body was still lying on the street. She and her father put it in a bag and Ukrainian soldiers carried it to the morgue. In addition to her husband, six or seven other bodies were still lying on the street, their faces “earthy” in color. Irina recalls.“During the month we were evacuated, I lived with the desire to bury my husband as soon as possible. The funeral took place in mid-April. Now that my husband has passed away, I have no purpose in life. I don’t know what I am living for.” Irina met Oleg in October 2004. When she was working as a clerk at a hospital in Bucha City, Oleg came to repair the roof of the hospital. Irina’s expression softened a little as she talked about those memories. “I approached him,” she said. He was tall and handsome. He always took care of me. I remember he brought me apples and oranges.” The two became fast friends and started living together three months later. They married in August 2005. “We both usually liked to stay at home. We watched our favorite shows on TV and went to the museum in Kyiv. We also visited many places on the motorcycle my husband bought last year. We also bought two helmets so we can do a lot of driving this summer.” That little wish did not come true. Most of the photos of her and Oleg’s memories were burned when a grenade blew up their house. Oleg’s smartphone was also taken by Chechen soldiers. Only her motorcycle was unharmed, but it had been drained of gasoline. “When my husband was taken out of the house, I should have saved him, even if I was forced to give my life. I never thought he would be shot with a gun.” Irina now feels a strong sense of remorse. A white floral scarf was laid on the ground where Oleg had fallen, and yellow flowers had been added.