Hi, everybody! My name is Kyrylo, I`m 8 years old and I was born in Kherson but killed in Vinnytsia. I had evacuated here with my family after two months under the Russian occupation.

On July 14, a Russian missile struck an office building in the center of Vinnytsia. At that moment my uncle and I were waiting in the car while my Grandma was at the bank. I was instantly killed by shrapnel and later the car with my body in it exploded. My uncle was lucky, the explosion wave threw him out of the car through the open window. Overall 27 people died that day, among them — two other kids and I.

I grew up looking like my Dad and acting like my Mom. I said my first word "Dad" and learned to walk early. I was a quiet boy who loved to build Lego. I owned dozens of sets and put together gigantic buildings with my blocks. My parents had never had any trouble with me because I always behaved. In my free time, I drew and played football, and after school, I played chess. 

In school, I enjoyed reading and learned poems by heart quickly. I could memorize a poem after almost my first read-through. My parents and I liked to go on walks and visit our relatives in the countryside. A week and a half before I was killed we celebrated my birthday. My parents gave me every present I wanted: a toy gun, my favorite Lego set, and a remote control car. And then 10 days later the Russian missile killed me. 

Dozens of people came to see me off on my last journey, most of them strangers. They just wanted to show support to my loved ones after their loss. They put my favorite plush toy – my beloved teddy bear Potap – into my casket with me. 

After my death, my mom divorced my dad. Now she is abroad, she says that it`s very hard for her, she lives one day at a time and sees a therapist. Mom always has a feeling that I will come into the room any minute to ask her something. But I will never do.