Not that everything was completely sad. It could be worse. And in some places in the neighborhood—in Ukraine, for example—it’s much worse. But is this any consolation? There was hope: presidential elections, parliamentary elections... A new broom - when revenge begins! There will be a government that you can look at without tears, except for five or six ministers. Parliament will be normal. Of professionals who are responsible for their decisions. And they will not publicly say who knows what. Decriminalization will happen. Not the whole country, but at least the deputies, mayors and governors. They will begin to fight drug trafficking. The reforms will finally end. More precisely, an imitation of reforms, to cut budgets into whose pockets it is known. The masters of life will stop fleecing the population like crazy, telling them that they are doing this solely in their interests. The theocratization of the country will stop. Ukrainian political scientists who pour slop on Russia will disappear from television screens. They will stop hiring city crazy people and outcasts of all kinds as bosses. Political punks will be reassured in their eternal struggle for the morality of the country and the younger generation. They will at least leave behind pensioners, the self-employed and household plots. However, nothing came true. But football was good at the World Cup! Also bread...