With the harsh inevitability of the spring arrival of birds in March, the departure of governors began. At first, the Chelyabinsk chief wrote a voluntary departure application. Behind him are the heads of Kalmykia and the Altai Republic. Then - the head of the Murmansk region. Now the turn of the Orenburg governor has come. All this was quite predictable.

How-how ... it’s clear how. We need to wear comfortable shoes. Then collect a backpack with a supply of food and water. Then lay the route. Go out and go. But what if point A is ours today, that is, the postcrymist catastrophe, and point B is the future developing rich country (I did not write that a rich, but at least received a chance to get rich) in imagination, with an acceptable political system? Although, in fact, we have an organ that is obliged to lay such routes in its functionality.