thank you so much 🙂
but actually, I'm in the same case as you, my Russian is quite bad, but my Ukrainian is even worse!
I learned most of the Ukrainian I know from when we froze our nuts off with cousin Andriy near Vinnytsia, it was negative 30°C (-70°C if including wind chill) and then he brought out a couple of bottles of horilka and salo. Next thing I remember is doing snow angels outside.
Cousin Andriy is 58 now, he's been trying to avoid recruiters, but his luck ran out and now he's transporting stuff, maybe horilka, to Ukrainian front line troops to help fight the Russians. I hope he will be okay, his family needs him.
Let's hope all these Rashists and Northern-Banzais croak really fast.