Trigger, the squeezed spring, the boss in a cartridge chamber. The black cross of a sight is induced at the purpose. The purpose – here it, absolutely still the young boy. What are you doing you here, on this festival of death. To you – to raise sons, to plant trees, to build houses.

About it on the page on Facebook writes Cyborgs-2015 - the art project about heroes of our time.

Even a moment, an invaluable moment of life I give you. Everything will change in a moment. Your children won't be born, won't go to school. Won't create, won't grow up, won't construct … Won't give birth to the children. Also the chain of natural accidents under the name life will become torn. The small world will be lost, the small Universe will disappear.

One more instant and hot slice of lead will put the end to a lifeline. Will imprint sad date on a tombstone. Two dates, birth and death. The first date the Lord gives, the second – I. Lord and I. Who do I am? Supreme Judge or Executioner? An angel – the Savior or the Devil? My God! Let's go crazy!

Designate thoughts. I am a soldier. Defender. I fulfill a duty. I am able. I can.

Other children will be born. Will go to school, will create, will grow up, will construct. Will give birth to the children. There will be other worlds, other Universes. There will be a life.

Trigger, spring, boss, hot lead...

My God! Forgive me, guilty!

P.S. Snipers of army special troops – people not public. They don't show the person, don't give interview. But, speak, eyes of the person is a reflection of his soul. We read this monologue in eyes …

Sniper, signal "Sandora". 23 years. Cyborg. In Donetsk airport from April to September. Fragmental wound in a neck. Is at war further …

Photo of by Roman Nikolayev

Source: Facebook «Кіборги - 2015» / Cyborgs - 2015