Diary from Kiev. Only the cakes remain, we buy them to celebrate our funeral

What’s life like under bombs on the eve of hell? In some stores there are only cakes and red caviar left, absurdly expensive products that nobody buys in wartime. But what else to buy, if there is nothing else in the only shop where there is not a kilometer of queue?
And as you walk down the street with a cake, as if you were going to a banquet, to your funeral, a man with a submachine gun stops you and asks you to show him what’s inside the package.