As the hero of the cult blockbuster used to say, "Silence of the lambs", we are Alche only of what we already know. Vladimir Putin has already expressed this presidential sweetness - without looking at anyone, to crank the personnel reorganization of something. For example, military-technical cooperation systems. But even earlier, he also knew the bitterness of defeat: when, say, he had to offer the upper house an alien candidacy of the Prosecutor General of the Russian Federation.

“The movement on the embankments is paralyzed,” says a cheerful young man on the radio. “Buses and trams are slipping on lifts.” “Citizens are motorists! A big request: to refrain from traveling around the city,” a mustachioed uncle in green vests with the inscription "traffic police" affectionately smiles from the TV screen. And grinning gloatingly, adds: "Use the metro. There is warm and dry." The form is boorish, but the recommendation is timely.