A propaganda coup of the first order
Ukrainians call Russia for moms to come to Kyiv and pick up their sons, this one appearing to be a frightened teenage conscript.
Of course, if the woman who captured me was sporting purple hair, I might be frightened too.
In a field surrounded by the people he had been sent to fight, a young Russian prisoner of war hungrily gulped down the tea and bread they offered him. A Ukrainian woman calmed him, telling the soldier not to worry. Using her phone, she made a video call to his mother. As soon as his mother appeared on the screen, he burst into tears.
“Everything is OK,” his female captor said, while others stroked his back. “Natasha, God be with you. We will call you later. He is alive and healthy.”