"He is in Bachmut," I read in a WhatsApp message. "I contacted him this morning and told him that I was praying strongly for him, because I had to think about him so often in the last few days. And then he replied that a grenade had hit near him and that he had jumped behind a safe wall shortly before the detonation. Only a small splinter from the detonation touched his arm and injured him minimally. He felt that someone was praying for him and that he was being protected. I ask his name. Stepan. From now on, he is also in my prayers.
