My son, Valery Vitalyovich Olenych, born on June 28, 2000.

From an early age, we taught him that all disputes can be resolved with words, if you can’t, then you haven’t found the right words. Therefore, he was always the savior of his friends, he smoothed out all the sharp corners, and he always reconciled those who started fights. Therefore, when the question arose of choosing a future profession, he decided that he should help people. He decided to prepare to join the Ministry of Emergency Situations, but a summons came. After learning about Valery’s plans at the military headquarters, they offered him an alternative to conscription, a contract. He agreed, hoping to get the most out of contract service. There he trained as a paramedic. On February 24, my son was found near Mariupol, where he was performing the duties of a platoon medic. We remember those short calls from our son…

“Mom, I’m fine, unfortunately I can’t provide full help to everyone.”

And when they retreated to Mariupol, he cheered up, because there was a hospital there.

During the entire defense of Mariupol, he never once said how difficult it was for him, he only regretted that medicine, water, food were running out…

“Mom, we are helping everyone, there are a lot of wounded civilians here.”

He was captured while trying to break out of the city…

We know from the released brothers that he was in Olenivka, and even there he tried to help people…

Silence until today, we don’t know how he is, but we believe and wait with all our hearts…