We signed an agreement with the Kazakhs and Belarusians. More precisely, with Old Man and Nursultan. We will run a joint farm and learn from each other useful experience. By the way, Old Man came up with a good idea here the other day. He wrote a decree prohibiting rural workers from leaving the village and moving to cities without permission, as well as changing their field of activity. As they say, not even 143 years have passed since 1861. We return to the roots, remain faithful to traditions. I think this experience could successfully take root here. The space is now one.