The roar of Russian jet engines woke Serhiy Ostapenko with a start. Realising he was alone, he ran outside to look for his wife and daughter. The blast of the first bomb knocked him to the floor.
“I heard something fall behind me, it was the parts of our Chevrolet — the engine was thrown 150m (almost 500ft),” he said. “I got up seconds later and ran to my girls. My daughter, she was torn apart. See that spot on the ground?” he says, gesturing at a bloodstained pavement. “That’s what’s left of her. I don’t know how to clean it. I’ve tried different ways.”
The 40-year-old engineer had brought his family to his workplace, a water pumping station in the woods more than a