Guys here is a real story from the past, about what happens when your country/village gets "liberated" by Kremlin. It will help you understand why the Ukrainians dont want to surrender to Russians, and fight back instead, and deserve support in their fight for freedom. The story took place 4months after joined nazi and ussr invasion on Poland.
February 10, 1940 came, my mother was baking bread, and here at dawn two sleighs with coachmen arrive: two ussr soldier and two NKVD members. First, we were read some sentence (the soldier translated it) that we were some kind of enemies and we were given two hours to assemble. But it was winter, we didnt have much, but what we had, they took from us, put them in eiderdowns and pillows, to help us stay warm. soldiers killed our chickens and put some lard in a bag with feathers, which they also gave us. The day before, my uncle ground us two sacks of rye and two sacks of wheat in the mill - they also threw it to us and said that it would come in handy, and as it turned out, it came in handy!
We were taken to Trembowla, loaded into freight cars with bunks and one family on each bunk. There was also a hole in the floor that served as a toilet. There were also two iron ovens, at the stations we were given coal and wood, we were also given water and food, including bread.
I remember that when we ran out of chickens, we had to eat their food, usually it was fish remainings soup, i.e. "ears" and groats smeared with oil. We vomited for a few days, but it took some getting used to. We were taken to Kotlas. We were transferred to trucks and imprisoned all day. The frost was "crawling", but we didn't even freeze in these eiderdowns. We spent the night in a very large hall and in the morning we went on a sleigh and rode again all day.
Finally, we were brought to our destination, they distributed us to barracks solidly built of wood, also with bunks, we were given five families, about 22 people, in one room. There was also a large stove in the barracks, there were forests around, so there was something to burn. We were also read every evening. My mother and I were assigned to operate the baths, and the others were assigned to work in the forest cutting down trees. We lived on what we earned, but I don't remember how much it was, but very little.
People began to die out en masse from malnutrition and overwork. We were also hungry. Our commandant was not angry, but no one opposed him either, he felt quite sorry for my mother, but demanded that at least two children be sent to an orphanage, because she would not be able to feed us all on her own. Well, she had to, but who was going? She didn't want to let me go because I was the oldest and that I would help her. Roman and Józef went voluntarily, later Roman died in this house in Pasporada. We were taken to Siktivkar. There my mother worked in a sawmill and so did others. We were also under control there, people were still dying a lot, we were still hungry, because what my mother earned was not even enough for bread, but my mother was also getting more and more ill, finally she was hospitalized for the fifth time and there she died of typhus a few days later being 35 years old.
I, a 15-year-old girl, was left alone because my siblings were in orphanages. At first, I entertained Russian children, but I had to work somehow, because I was not given a bread ration, I faked my age to be older, I started working on renovations as an assistant in a remkantor in Siktivkar.