It's a little before 5am and the impact of the first Russian ballistic missile of the night resounds along the Dnieper River below my hotel window. Cruise missiles and Shahed drones will arrive before breakfast is served.
In the room next door, a soldier on leave and his girlfriend are engaged in unabashedly noisy lovemaking – as if there will be no tomorrow, as well there might not. Death is always in the shadows here, if not waiting up the road, particularly if you're in uniform.
