In the evening, around 6:00 – 7:00 PM, an Azerbaijani drone flew over us. My friend Aram and I descended into shelter for the first time all day. There were exactly 9 people there. We all remained silent, even the sounds of exploding shells faded into the background. The only thing tearing at our ears was the sound of the descending drone, which grew louder (anyone who has been in such a situation will understand). I broke the silence by putting my hand in my pocket and, on the sweaty prayer rug, began to pray; everyone joined me. I don't know if I'm saying something incredible, but the drone approached so close to us that no one had any hope of survival, but suddenly it changed direction...