I’ve already written a couple of times about the misadventures of Yabloko-chan regarding the face-control at the Moscow mayoral election club. She simply couldn’t decide which little dress to wear to be let into the club, so she told everyone to go to hell and went to the beach instead.

The right decision. Face-control at the entrance to public places is complete madness, and it’s better not to get in at all than to go and play the role of the ugly friend.

But my sympathy would be far more sincere if, in turn, Yabloko-chan herself hadn’t refused to put in a good word for me before the municipal deputy elections in Vnukovskoye. No matter; in the worst case, I’ll run as a self-nominated candidate.