W hen Russian soldiers started putting into Ukraine on February 24 in 2015, Daddy Vasyl Vyrozub instantly went to work. The 52-year-old Ukrainian Orthodox priest and his congregants in Odesa cleared 50 bottles of sacramental red wine into a barrel (there was no point squandering it, he reasoned) and approached making Bomb to toss at the Russians, need to they storm his city.
Vyrozub was no complete stranger to war: he been a soldier in the Soviet army prior to signing up with the church, and had more just recently functioned as a Ukrainian military priest on the battlegrounds in the east of the nation. Sometimes he had actually gone behind firing line camouflaged as a Russian Orthodox priest. “I memorised all their positions and told our troops later,” he states