Good afternoon! Be careful there, after us they'll be heading your way. We have fluctuating numbers, with incoming attacks every day, and casualties. Fiber-optic drones are the worst thing, within the city limits. Suicide drones are less common now, and missiles are a nightmare. They hit transport, passersby, whether they're children or women, and trains with passengers. We're lucky with the mayor. Hits and rubble are being cleared quickly. The city is clean, with lots of children and young people. Public transport and businesses are operating. It's worse in cold weather, with more attacks on energy infrastructure. They can even hit residential buildings. Last spring, there were 16 explosions by night-time suicide drones. The sound of a diving drone is something special. The walls were shaking. That's where I live, within a 1 km radius, all in residential areas, high-rise buildings, with casualties. The windows in my house were shattered, and the government helped rebuild it. War has become commonplace, something you pay attention to with ingrained reflexes, somehow habitually. You rejoice in simple things—the sun, good weather, successful purchases, or an abundance of work—even though life constantly throws up reasons for disappointment. But these are merely reasons to reconsider your attitude toward the world. I wrote and thought—it turns out that a state of relaxation doesn't provide the opportunity for inner development; the drugs of social well-being work like heroin. Take care of yourself and your loved ones and be prepared; in any case, it won't hurt.