I am a young man, a Russian of Kurdish blood, who served in the war in Ukraine under Chechen (Russian) so called "Akhmat" compositions, ask me anything about war, death, life.

I will tell you everything in complete truth about my actions, about my experience and now my recollections. I will neither condemn nor condone my actions, nor will I condone militarism. Here is some detail about me.

My callsign was Yezidi. I am not Yezidi. I do not know why I got this name, but I did. I am young man. I am Sunni Muslim. I am Kurdish, I am Russian. I did my obligatory military service, but it was then extended into volunteer work. I did this willingly, I did not think I would be sent to Ukraine. I was very upset at being a chernozhopy (black ass) in Russia looking for bad work for bad pay. But this was not how I was treated amongst Chechens. There was belonging, and this is why I was not so against it. Though, I was very uncomfortable because our commander referred to Mr Erodgan as a brother. But I was, I served during the "Special Military Operation" in various regions.