Lviv region, the son comes to his father:
      Glory to Ukraine!
      Glory to the heroes!
      – Hear, daddy, in the news, how do we press the colours?
      Listen to me, baby. Glory to the heroes, death to the enemies!! to
      But I got a message...
      - Son, immediately collect your things, we go to grandmother in Rostov!

c) L. N. G.