I married the love of my life in a Mariupol bunker. Two days later he was killed

Mariupol was doomed. Relentless Russian bombing had turned streets into ruins and courtyards into graveyards.

However a number of metres underground within the south-eastern Ukrainian metropolis, a romance was blooming.

Valeria Subotina, 33, had been sheltering within the monumental Azovstal steelworks, the ultimate stronghold within the metropolis, because it was surrounded by Russian forces in spring 2022.

She had taken cowl in one in every of dozens of Soviet-era bomb shelters constructed to resist nuclear battle, deep beneath the commercial plant.

“You go down a semi-collapsed staircase, move through passages and tunnels, and go further and further down. Finally, you reach this concrete cube, a room,” Valeria says.

Within the bunker – alongside troopers and civilians – Valeria was working with the military’s Azov brigade as a press officer, speaking the horrors of Russia’s months-long siege to world media.

There, too, was her fiancé Andriy Subotin, a 34-year-old Ukrainian military officer, defending the plant.

The pair had discovered one another via work – Mariupol’s Border Guard Company – round three years earlier than the siege.

When Andriy met Valeria, it was love at first sight.

“He was special, it felt so warm to be around him,” Valeria says. “He was always kind and never refused to help anyone.”

Andriy was an optimist, she says. He knew how to be happy and found joy in small things: sunny weather, smiles, friends’ company.

“On the first day we met, I realised Andriy was very different to others.”

Within three months, they had moved in together, renting a small one-storey house in Mariupol with a garden. The couple started building a life together.

“We travelled a lot, went to the mountains, met friends,” Valeria says.

“We fished together and spent lots of time outdoors. We visited theatres, concerts and exhibitions. Life was full.”

They decided to get married and dreamed of a big church wedding with family and friends. They picked wedding rings.

Valeria quit her job and began to nurture her creative side, writing and publishing poems about the earlier years of fierce fighting with Russia in Mariupol.

“For a few years earlier than the full-scale invasion, I used to be actually completely happy,” she recalls.

Everything changed in February 2022.

Spring had brought the sun to Valeria and Andriy’s garden, and the first flowers were appearing.

“I used to be beginning to take pleasure in spring,” says Valeria. “We knew about Putin’s threats and realised there would be a war, but I didn’t want to think about it.“

A few days before 24 February, the day the full-scale invasion began, Andriy urged Valeria to leave the city. She refused.

“I knew that no matter what happened, I had to be in Mariupol, I had to defend my city.”

Weeks later, they were both underground, in the Azovstal bunkers.

They only got to see each other occasionally, but when they did those were moments of “pure happiness”.

At this point, Mariupol was nearing a humanitarian catastrophe.

Strikes to infrastructure had cut water and power supplies to parts of the city, and there were food shortages. Civilian homes and buildings, too, had been destroyed.

On 15 April, a large bomb was dropped on the plant. Valeria narrowly escaped death.

“I was found among dead bodies, the only one alive. On the one hand, a miracle, but on the other, a terrible tragedy.”

She had to spend eight days in an underground hospital in the plant with severe concussion.

“The smell of blood and rot was everywhere,” she says.

“It was a very scary place where our wounded comrades, with amputated limbs, were lying everywhere. They couldn’t get proper help because there were very few medical supplies.”

Andriy was deeply worried for Valeria after her injury and started planning a wedding right there, in the bunker.

“It felt like he was in a rush, like we would not have any extra time,” says Valeria.

“He made a couple of wedding rings out of tin foil with his own hands, and asked me to marry him. Of course, I said yes.

“He was the love of my life. And our rings made of tin foil – they were perfect.”

On 5 May, the couple were married by a commander stationed at the plant. They had a ceremony in the bunker, wearing their uniforms as wedding attire.

Andriy promised his wife that they would have a proper wedding when they returned home, with real rings and a white dress.

Two days later, on 7 May, he was killed in action at the steel plant, by Russian shelling.

Valeria didn’t find out about it straight away.

“People often say you feel something inside when a loved one dies. But I, on the contrary, was in a good mood. I was married and in love.”

One of the hardest things was having to hold in a “lump of grief”, as she was defending her metropolis alongside “her boys” – comrades – at Azovstal.

“I was a bride, I was a wife, and now I am a widow. The scariest word,” she says.

“I could not react the way I wanted to at that moment.

“My boys were always around. They sat next to me, they slept next to me, they brought me food and supported me,” she says. “I could only cry when they weren’t watching.”

At one level, it felt just like the worry of being within the battle zone was blunted by her grief.

“I didn’t care any more… You just understand that there are many more people waiting for you in the next world, if it exists, than there are here with you.”

The Ukrainian troopers at Azovstal lastly surrendered on 20 Could. Valeria discovered herself among the many 900 prisoners of battle forcibly taken by the Russian army out of Mariupol.

“We stared through the windows of the bus at those buildings we loved, at those streets we knew so well. They destroyed and killed everything I loved – my city, my friends, and my husband.”

Valeria survived 11 months of Russian captivity, and has informed of torture and abuse. Andriy usually appeared in her desires.

In April final yr, she was launched as a part of a prisoner change, and is now again in Ukraine.

It’s troublesome to to say how many individuals have been killed because of the Russian shelling of Mariupol, however native authorities say the quantity exceeds 20,000.

In keeping with the UN, 90% of residential buildings have been broken or destroyed, and our bodies are nonetheless within the rubble.

So far as Valeria is aware of, her husband’s physique stays on the Azovstal metal plant within the now-occupied metropolis.

Generally, she says, she seems to be to the sky and speaks to him.