Wir zahlen 2.000 UAH nicht für die Unterkunft, sondern für die Position, von der aus wir operieren. Damit uns die Einheimischen nicht melden – Interview mit der ukrainischen Scharfschützin Tetiana „Tango“ Khimiion

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“I am a creative person. In sniping you have to think through everything down to the smallest details and approach every step creatively,” 47-year-old sniper Tetiana Khimiion with the callsign “Tango” tells Ukrainska Pravda.

For most of her life, she followed this principle on the dance floor. Tetiana had been professionally engaged in ballroom dancing since the age of seven.

In the late nineties she became a coach. Even pregnancy and the birth of her son did not force Khimiion to pause her choreographic career.

“In the eighth month of pregnancy I was showing children how to do a cartwheel and sit in the splits. They probably expected me to start giving birth, but I stood up and told them to repeat after me.

On the fifth day after giving birth I was already in the dance hall. My son was always with me. He even learned to walk in the club. I would lay him in the corner and dance. At some point I look – he is already standing by my leg. He wanted to be with his mom so much that I had to leave,” Khimiion smiles.

With her one-year-old son in her arms, Tetiana opened her own dance club. In 2002 her husband gave her 200 dollars and said: “Buy mirrors, a tape recorder and go ahead.” That is how “Four Step” appeared in Khimiion’s hometown, Sloviansk.

Four Step is one of the elements of tango – Tetiana’s favorite dance. “A dance with character,” she describes it. Just like Khimiion herself. No wonder she chose the callsign “Tango” when she joined the military in 2022.

There were no soldiers in her family. She did not graduate from military academies. “All my life I danced, wore heels, wore stockings. But I have a fighting character. I grew up in a dormitory with boys. All my childhood I ‘fought’ for my place under the sun,” Tetiana says.

On February 24, 2022, she went with her loved one to the TCC to enlist in the territorial defense. But on the way, her partner persuaded Khimiion not to join the military. Tetiana is glad she agreed to his persuasion then.

“If we had gone together, I wouldn’t have been able to fight in the same unit with him. He would protect me, shield me. We probably would have had conflicts. Because I went to the military with the thought only of a combat position, and my loved one would have done everything to keep me away from work ‘in the field’,” she believes.

During the first months of the full-scale war, Tetiana volunteered in Sloviansk, and in the summer of 2022, without her partner’s knowledge, she was mobilized into one of the Special Operations Forces units.

“Who do you see yourself as, Tetiana?” the battalion commander asked Khimiion during their first meeting.

“A sniper,” she answered without hesitation.

Tetiana Khimiion tells Ukrainska Pravda how she slipped into the Special Operations Forces on a “high-speed train,” why after the position of reconnaissance rifleman-sniper she became a cook, how she carried out combat missions during the Zaporizhzhia counteroffensive in a unit of the Air Assault Forces, why she pretended to be “one of them” during a meeting with a Russian in Donetsk region, how she is learning to accept her new self after a severe injury, and why she became a “terrible sociophobe” during the war.

Below is Tango’s direct speech.

**A high-speed train to the Special Operations Forces**

In the summer of 2022 I got into the Special Operations Forces. At that time a manpower shortage had already begun. I asked an acquaintance who was joining an SSO unit to take me with him. He submitted my documents. I passed the check and joined. I did not take any Q-courses. I slipped through on a high-speed train, when there was no time for stops and courses.

I don’t know why I wanted to be a sniper. This profession seemed cool to me. After all, a sniper has to be cunning and creative.

I had been familiar with a rifle for about 10–15 minutes when I told the battalion commander that I wanted to engage in precision shooting. Once, during my volunteering days, I went with the military to a training ground. That was when I first fired.

The guys set everything up, and I just pulled the trigger. Of course, I didn’t know all the mathematical and technical solutions. But this breath, this minute-long pause and the shot—I really liked it. So much that I wanted to have perfume with the smell of gunpowder, although I never use perfume at all.

At the first training in the SSO they didn’t even brief me on how to use a sniper rifle. Maybe I was too confident when I told the commander I wanted to be a sniper. I was lying on the range with the weapon, and everything the guys had said a few months earlier came back to my mind: “Breathe, exhale, hold.” I tried it and it worked quite well.

Some things you immediately feel are yours. I was shooting and felt that I was succeeding, as if sniping perfectly suited my body and thinking. Just like we choose a loved one. Sometimes it seems they don’t suit you by some parameters, but you feel they are “yours.”

All my life I loved dark-haired “bad boy” types, but I married the calmest and most reasonable man. If he were as emotional as I am, maybe we would have already killed each other. But we have been together for more than 30 years and continue to enjoy it.

My husband reacted very negatively to the fact that I joined the military. He came home from the front and didn’t find me. He went to the volunteer center where I had been helping since the beginning of the full-scale war, and that is where he learned about my service. He called and asked. I briefly answered: “Yes.” He was upset, because he loves me very much and worries.

At some point, the commander of my SSO unit decided that women in his unit do not go on “combat” missions. He transferred me from the position of reconnaissance rifleman-sniper to the position of a cook. Oh, it was a tragedy. I was very angry with him. I tried to prove that I am a mature person, not an 18-year-old, and that a combat position is not a spontaneous decision. But no, he seemed to enjoy sending me to the rear.

Eventually I managed to get a transfer. I “worked” in the Kherson direction—first on medevac, and then in a mortar crew.

And in August 2023 I moved to a unit of the Air Assault Forces, where they welcome any good fighter—whether a man or a woman. Literally a month later I found myself on a combat mission in Zaporizhzhia region. Before that I completed two-week marksman courses—this is a sniper within assault groups who provides cover during offensives.

**“Forward! Forward, maroon beret!”: Zaporizhzhia counteroffensive**

In the autumn of 2023, the Zaporizhzhia counteroffensive had already choked on blood. It was clear that we would not be able to implement what had been planned, but the orders “Forward! Forward, maroon beret!” did not go anywhere. Commanders shouted “forward” over the radios, and the guys were dying.

Formally, I was a marksman, went to positions with the fighters, went with assault groups. But I took a sniper rifle with me only once. That was the very first deployment. I realized that at the short distances we were working at, it was irrelevant.

Moreover, it was autumn. There was no more cover in the tree lines, only bare sticks. A sniper rifle is heavy and bulky. If you move with it across open terrain, you immediately become a potential target. When it makes sense, yes, you take the risk. If not, there’s no point exposing yourself. So the rifle lay and waited for its moment of glory. And I went with a regular assault rifle.

They tried to hold me back until the very end. As my friend with the callsign “Moryachok” used to say: “Tango, don’t rush, wait. In a week the guys will run out, then you’ll go too, don’t worry.” That’s roughly what happened. A week later the guys ran out, and I was called to cover an assault group.

We were given orders to conduct active assaults—to ride in on armored personnel carriers and attack. But everything around was mined. Once we were going on an assault, a tank was covering us in front. Suddenly a jeep came toward us. The driver turned aside to go around, literally a meter off the road, and hit a mine. We were like in a mine trap. A step to the right, a step to the left—it was a lottery.

Why in the 13th year of the war do some units mine territories, leave, pass nothing on to anyone, and others come in and risk blowing up on their own mines? This disorder in the army is very tense. If there is disorder in your own house, that’s your problem. Disorder in the army leads to the deaths of servicemen. And this must be changed.

Our first assault in the Zaporizhzhia direction was unsuccessful, the second was unsuccessful. When we were given the order to assault for the third time, the guys started to resist. We sat down, thought it over, and came up with a more competent move: to go where we were not expected, not to ride in on armored vehicles, but to enter quietly on foot.

The guys quietly entered the trenches and threw munitions at the Russians. Those who surrendered lived. Those who did not surrender did not live. Some of them “zeroed” themselves. We managed to take eight positions. In that battle none of our fighters were killed. The guys were badly wounded, but alive.

We captured those eight positions, but there was no one to send in to hold them. Our fighters simply had to withdraw because they were wounded. The next day those positions were occupied again by the Russians.

The commander asked me: “Will you go on the assault?” I answered: “I will, but who are you giving me?” He gave me fighters. Then I clarified: “Alright. Can you promise me that people will move in to hold the captured positions?” He said: “No.”

So what’s the point? Go in again, lose people. Even if we all survive but lose our health—what for? So that the commander can tick a box that we retook a position, captured prisoners? And tomorrow that position will not be ours again. The commander was reasonable, he agreed that there was no point.