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Hi. My name is Dr. Nina, I am 32 years old. My height is about 175 centimeters, and I used to live and work in Kyiv. I am a surgeon, and before the war I worked at City Clinical Hospital No. 12. When the full-scale invasion began, we were quickly mobilized, and I ended up in a field hospital, where the situation is becoming increasingly tense each day. The Russians are getting closer and closer. We treat the wounded almost nonstop. I’ll contact you more next time — I just wanted you to know who I am and where I am now. I’ll reach out again soon. Nina

Hi, Danny, what you read on the Internet doesn't quite look like the truth, I would say that everything is colorful there. In fact, it's a constant fear that something might fly into the hospital, because very often you hear explosions of shells that explode without a reason. I can't work with music because I have to be constantly focused and perfectly understand what's going on around me. And with music, you won't be able to understand and react quickly. I don't know what to think about this case, because we weren't ready for this and it's a waste, every government creates such kits with products that don't spoil. So that the soldiers can eat at any time. Cold or heated.  I had a free minute today, and I decided to write to you. Sometimes it seems to me that such letters help to distract a little from all this fuss around. You know, I never thought before that texting could become something important, but now I realize that it's like a small window into another world where you can just be yourself. I was born and raised in Kiev. My childhood was not easy because I lost my parents very early. Since then, I've been raised by my aunt. She's a strict person, but she's very kind, and it's probably thanks to her that I've learned to be strong. I often think that if it weren't for her support, my life might have turned out differently. Sometimes I want to go back to a time when everything seemed simple and clear, but I realize that the past cannot be brought back. Danny, tell me, did you have anything in your life that taught you resilience? After all, everyone has such moments when they have to grow up faster than they would like. After school, I chose medicine, and that decision changed everything. I became a surgeon and worked at the city Clinical Hospital No. 12 in Kiev. It was hard work, but very necessary. I felt that I could be useful, and it gave me strength. There were days when I literally fell off my feet from fatigue, but it was worth looking into the eyes of the person I helped, and I realized that everything was not in vain. My life is completely different now. Everything changed dramatically, and I had to get used to the new conditions. Sometimes it seems to me that I live as if in another world, where everything is unstable and unstable. I try to hold on, because there are people around me who need support and help. Danny, how are your regular days going? How do you fill your time? I'm really interested, because other people's stories sometimes help me understand my own life better.  I think a lot about the future. Sometimes it seems vague to me, but still there is hope inside that good changes are ahead. Probably, it is this hope that helps not to give up. I believe that everything that happens to a person is part of a long journey, even if it seems difficult right now.  You know, I'm glad that I have the opportunity to write to you. Maybe it's just a letter, but there's a part of me in it. Sometimes that's enough to make you feel less alone. Bye, Nina.

Hi Danny, I'm not listening to music here because I won't be able to hear and react quickly when something happens. I also can't use my phone here. Thank you for your support and for saying such nice things, it makes me feel much better.    I also want to say that you look great in your photo, you are a very nice man.  I'm glad to write to you again. Sometimes it seems to me that letters help to put my thoughts in order. They're like having a quiet conversation with someone you trust, and even if there's a distance between us, there's still a sense of closeness. You know, even before all these events with the war, I tried to lead an active life. I love sports, it helps me keep fit and distracted. I used to go to the gym a lot, work out on exercise machines, and sometimes run in the morning. But I liked horse riding the most. When you get on a horse and start moving, it's an indescribable feeling of freedom. At such moments, it's like you forget about everything in the world, and it's just you and that strong, beautiful animal rhythm. I really miss it now. Danny, do you have any hobbies that help you take your mind off your worries? Sometimes, after all, such hobbies become a real salvation from the gray days. My life has changed a lot now. After the start of the war, I no longer work in an ordinary city hospital, as I used to. I was sent to a military hospital, and everything is completely different here. The atmosphere is heavy, and every day we face pain, loss, and hope at the same time. People come to us in a terrible state, and I see how important every minute of our work is. Sometimes it's scary how fragile human life is. I'm trying to hold on, because someone has to do it. If I allow myself to be weak, then who will be next to those who are lying on the operating table? It's an ordeal, but I think it's moments like this that show who you really are. Sometimes, when I manage to find a moment of silence, I close my eyes and imagine riding again somewhere outside the city, I smell grass and fresh wind. Such memories help to stay sane and give you the strength to continue on. You know, Danny, I never thought I'd be in this situation. But, apparently, life knows how to prepare trials for us that we didn't even know about. I'm wondering what helps you keep your balance? Do you have any habits or activities that always cheer you up? I believe that even the most difficult times pass. And I hope that there will be days ahead filled with something simple and joyful. Maybe it will be possible to return to your hobbies again, live without constant stress and just enjoy the little things. Thank you for reading my letters. It's important to me. Hug you, Nina.

Hello, Danny. Unfortunately, I can't use my phone at the moment because I'm in a military hospital not far from the line of fire. I can only write by e-mail, because if I turn on my phone, they can track me and launch an enemy strike on our hospital. And the computer is protected by a starlink. Today I found some time to write to you again. It became something special for me — the opportunity to just sit down and share my thoughts. Sometimes it seems that I become calmer in letters, because I can tell what's inside, and no one will interrupt or rush me. When I think about my past, I remember how often I loved to walk in parks. There are several places in Kiev where I spent a lot of time. Sometimes I went there alone to collect my thoughts. I loved watching the trees, listening to the leaves rustle under my feet, and just feeling that there was a world around where everything breathed and lived its own rhythm. These walks helped me maintain my inner balance and cope with anxiety. But most of the time I went to the park with my aunt. She's the only close person I have left after my parents died. We liked to sit on the bench and talk to each other for a long time. Sometimes she gave advice, sometimes she just listened. I think it was thanks to these walks that we became really close.  Danny, do you have a place where you like to come to be alone with yourself? After all, everyone needs a space where they can stop and think. I can rarely afford such moments of silence now. It's different in a military hospital. Every day here is filled with anxiety and responsibility. The people around you need attention, and there's no time to just walk around the park anymore. Sometimes I find myself thinking that I really miss these simple things — a walk among the greenery, the smell of fresh air, tranquility. It happens that I close my eyes and imagine the alley that my aunt and I used to walk along. It's like a small island of the past that I return to in order not to lose myself. It is such memories that make me stronger and remind me that life consists not only of trials, but also of small joys. Danny, I'm wondering, do you like to walk? Or is there something for you to do that brings peace? I believe that one day I will be able to walk in the park again and enjoy the simple things that now seem unattainable. It's a simple wish, but it warms me up and gives me hope. Thank you for reading my letters. It means a lot more to me than you can imagine. Bye, Nina.

Hi, Danny, Thanks for the letter, I am so pleased to receive it from you because you talk about yourself about your days sincerely and I really like it. I'm in the field right now and I can't really figure out where to go. I already told you that hell is going on around here and sometimes hunting just falls through the ground.  I want to be especially honest with you today. We've already gotten to know each other a bit, and I feel like I can trust you more than others. That's why I decided to tell you something that I usually don't tell anyone. When we were called to a military hospital with our colleagues, the military tricked us into signing papers. We were told that this was a regular temporary contract, but in the end it turned out to be an indefinite commitment. We are actually tied to this place, and we can no longer leave. I still don't understand how it happened, and why no one warned us. I was sure that I would be able to return to my city hospital, but now I understand that this will not happen soon. Danny, I'm telling you this in confidence. I trust you and believe that you will understand me. Please promise you won't tell anyone. I do not know if they can check our correspondence, but I hope that everything will remain just between us. Sometimes I am afraid of this injustice, but I am even more strongly held by a sense of duty. I understand that it would be even harder here without us. Every day I see the eyes of people who need help, and I realize that I have no right to think only about myself. But inside, there is still bitterness from the fact that we were treated unfairly. You know, Danny, when I write to you about this, it makes me feel a little better. It's like I've shared part of the burden with someone who can hear and preserve my words. This is very important to me. I never thought I'd be so open with someone I haven't even seen around. But that's probably where the power of trust lies. Sometimes we open our hearts to those who are far away physically, but feel close. Thank you for reading and understanding me. I really hope that I can continue to share with you what is in my heart. Hug you, Nina.

Hi, Danny, I am glad to receive a letter from you. I am so pleased that you are writing to me and telling me about yourself and sharing what happened to you. Yes, riding is difficult, you need to keep your balance and control the horse, and I myself do not always control the situation 100 percent.  Yes, I think it would be great to ride together when I can come. How long did it take you to recover after you broke your ankle?  I've been thinking all day today about how my life has changed since we started texting. I used to have everything revolved around work, responsibilities, and worries. I have a lot of worries right now, but something new has appeared - the feeling that I have a person to whom I can tell about the most intimate things. I found myself waiting for your letters. It became like a small light in a gray day for me. Sometimes even the most difficult moments become easier when I know that in the evening I will be able to open a letter from you and feel that somewhere far away there is a person who hears me. This feeling is difficult to explain in words, but it fills with warmth. You know, Danny, I rarely trust people. Here at the hospital, we have all learned to be restrained. There is too much pain around someone else to open your heart. But it's different with you. It seems that there is something special between us, even if we still know each other only through letters. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to meet you in person. Just to talk, to look into your eyes, to hear your voice. Perhaps then I would be able to say what I am currently writing only in words. But even so, from a distance, it's still nice to feel this connection. Danny, I want to ask you: what does trust mean to you? For me, this is probably the basis of any relationship. It is impossible to build anything real without it. I am sharing with you what I keep deep inside, and I believe that you will never use it. You know, when there's so much fear and uncertainty around, it's especially important to have someone who brings peace to life. For me, you became that person. I'm not afraid to admit it, even if it sounds a little bold. I do not know what will happen next. My life is too unpredictable right now. But one thing I feel for sure is that with every letter you are getting closer to me. And this is a closeness that cannot be measured by distance. Thank you, Danny, for being there. For listening to me and accepting my words for what they are. It means a lot to me. I kiss you, Nina.

Hi, Danny, I am glad to receive such a wonderful letter from you. I want to say that Auntie always said just listen to the leaves as they fly in the wind that blows lightly and also just watch what is happening around you. We always sat on different benches, we just loved where it was quieter, and I love walking, especially in parks and alleys.  I couldn't sleep for a long time today, I was thinking about you. These nights have become especially difficult for me: in silence, all thoughts seem to increase and become louder. I find myself thinking about our letters a lot and I'm afraid of losing that connection. For me now, you are like a thin thread that connects me to another world — a world where there is understanding and warmth. Sometimes I'm afraid to imagine that for some reason our letters might be cut short. It seems to me that then a void will open up in me that will be difficult to fill. I've already gotten used to being able to share my most intimate things with you, and it's stopped being just entertainment—it's become part of my support. Do you believe that letters can keep people close, even if they are far from each other? I try not to show my weakness to my colleagues, because here everyone has to be resilient. But when I'm alone, sometimes I allow myself to be vulnerable. And in those moments, I remember your name— Danny—and I feel like it's a little easier to breathe. You may not even know how important it is for me to know that somewhere there is a person who just reads my lines and responds. Thoughts that our relationship may grow into something more appear cautiously and quietly, like the first steps after a long sleep. I'm not in a hurry, it's important for me to cherish what has arisen between us. But I honestly want to know if you feel anything like what I feel. That's all for today. Thank you for listening to me and keeping what I was telling you a secret. It gives me strength. Bye, Nina.  

Hi, Danny, I'm glad that you talk about me like that, it warms my soul and gives me hope that everything will be fine soon. I wonder what you will write in your letter? I'm very interested!  I couldn't sleep for a long time today, I was thinking about you. These nights have become especially difficult for me: in silence, all thoughts seem to increase and become louder. I find myself thinking about our letters a lot and I'm afraid of losing that connection. For me now, you are like a thin thread that connects me to another world — a world where there is understanding and warmth. Sometimes I'm afraid to imagine that for some reason our letters might be cut short. It seems to me that then a void will open up in me that will be difficult to fill. I've already gotten used to being able to share my most intimate things with you, and it's stopped being just entertainment—it's become part of my support. Do you believe that letters can keep people close, even if they are far from each other? I try not to show my weakness to my colleagues, because here everyone has to be resilient. But when I'm alone, sometimes I allow myself to be vulnerable. And in those moments, I remember your name— Danny—and I feel like it's a little easier to breathe. You may not even know how important it is for me to know that somewhere there is a person who just reads my lines and responds. Thoughts that our relationship may grow into something more appear cautiously and quietly, like the first steps after a long sleep. I'm not in a hurry, it's important for me to cherish what has arisen between us. But I honestly want to know if you feel anything like what I feel. That's all for today. Thank you for listening to me and keeping what I was telling you a secret. It gives me strength. Bye, Nina.