‘That used to be my neighbour’s Skoda,’ says Alexei Marchenko, as he points to a twisted lump of metal in the wreckage of a row of garages. We’re standing in the courtyards of his housing estate in Kyiv, where a Russian missile landed overnight. One person has been killed and another dozen injured, although it’s a miracle it wasn’t many more. As well as demolishing several flats, and shattering every window in a half-mile radius, the blast has destroyed the garages-cum-mansheds where Mr Marchenko and his neighbours used to potter. Anyone who’d been there when the missile landed would have been caught up in a cloud of manshed-shrapnel: fragments of Skoda, nuts and bolts, power tools and beer bottles. Luckily, the missile landed overnight when most folk were still asleep. The shelling of residential areas is now commonplace in Kyiv, turning every one of the city’s Soviet-era housing blocks into a potential Grenfell.
Colin Freeman
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