MYHOVYCH

"GAZ"
Sizov Nikita
15.03.1999 - 30.11.2024
A fighter of “First Line,” part of Timur’s special unit of the Defence Intelligence of Ukraine (HUR) of the Ministry of Defence of Ukraine.
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Biography:
A Belarusian who left everything behind to fight for Ukraine. A man with a big heart, for whom truth and freedom mattered more than his own safety.
Haz was born in Novopolotsk, Belarus. At sixteen, he moved to Moscow—where he studied, built a career, and had everything needed for a calm life: a prestigious job, his own apartment, a car. He worked as a commercial director at an auto parts sales company. But, as he said, “success is worth nothing if you don’t understand who you are and which side you are on.”
After the start of the full-scale invasion, Haz left Moscow, returned to Belarus, and from there—via Poland—traveled to Ukraine.
In 2023, he joined the International Legion of Ukraine. He completed training, mastered operating FPV drones, carried out combat missions, and taught children tactical medicine. He said he was glad about his choice and regretted only one thing—that he hadn’t come earlier. Later, he joined the “First Line” unit, which is part of Timur’s special unit of the Defence Intelligence of Ukraine (HUR) of the Ministry of Defence of Ukraine.
In Ukraine, he began speaking Belarusian again and became part of the community of Belarusian volunteer fighters. Haz quickly earned respect—through his openness, sense of humor, and sincerity. He loved talking, animals, cars, Napoleon cake, and a latte with caramel syrup and two teaspoons of sugar.
Haz always cared about everyone—his beloved, friends, and animals. He brought cat and dog food to positions because he considered it his duty. To care for our smaller brothers, to care for each other—“Haloŭnaja sprava vajny,” Haz would say. Once, under shelling, he rescued a kitten. He was a person who could not pass by life.
Honor to you, warrior.
You left behind an example of courage, care, and love—stronger than death.
Your truth, bravery, support, and kindness will remain forever as a reminder of how one person can become a light for many.







