The contract is closed, forget it, or what Arshavin kept silent about
The chronometer of the Swedish football referee Erikson, having rewinded 94 circles on the dial, was stopped by the final whistle. At once, Arshavin, who had fallen asleep from his face, led the dejected team into the under-tribune premises of the sixty-thousand-ton National. They were just beginning to realize the horror of what had happened. A few minutes ago, the collapse of perhaps the Kremlin’s greatest hope was recorded. The authorities always need the recognition of the people.