I approach a turn to Sloboda. At this point, even the frailest asphalt disappears completely, and ahead of us lie three kilometers of a dirt road. I pass a farm that is living out its last days, bare spring fields and hills until I run into a sign of a settlement. Right behind the sign, I can see a beautiful wicker fence and an old hut. However, the closer I get, the more life I notice around me. Outside the gate, I am greeted by Sergey, the owner of the hut. Although he knew about my visit, he did not waste time – when we met, he was tearing nails out of old floorboards.
– I dismantled the wooden floor in the house, just poured liquid concrete screeds. And as for these boards, I'm going to use them to lay the floor on the second floor – shares Sergey about the work done and his plans.