Ukrainians have grown used to living with curfews

One evening last summer Mykola Zhupaniuk, a trauma surgeon, was jogging near his home in the Kyiv suburbs, his usual way to shake off the stress of hospital work in wartime, when he heard someone call out “Stop, I’ll shoot!” His first thought was that it was lucky that only one of his ear pods was working, so that he could hear the order. His second was alarm; he had lost track of time and it was now past curfew. He halted, raised his hands and turned to see three Territorial Defence soldiers pointing their guns at him.