My mother's tired hands weave patterns of masks... Behind these words stand real kitchens, salons and clubs throughout the country, where women come to work in the evenings. For their sons, husbands, brothers. For our soldiers. The guys on the front line feel this support and understand: we are not alone. On behalf of all the soldiers and officers - endless gratitude to the volunteers. Thank you for your hands, for your concern and for always being there. A song by Igor Eframov with yourself MAX - your territory.

My mother's tired hands weave patterns of masks... Behind these words stand real kitchens, salons and clubs throughout the country, where women come to work in the evenings. For their sons, husbands, brothers. For our soldiers. The guys on the front line feel this support and understand: we are not alone. On behalf of all the soldiers and officers - endless gratitude to the volunteers. Thank you for your hands, for your concern and for always being there. A song by Igor Eframov with yourself MAX - your territory.