I may call you Vlad, can't I? I mean, you seem to like sticking your nose into our business and as an American, I feel equally justified in sticking my nose into your business.
Tell you what.
I'll shut down your access to the internet. I'll do it with magic. I'll stop all business on Twitter and Facebook and other assorted means of social exchange for a whole day.
How will I do that?
I just will. I'll sit here in my room and think hard thoughts and like magic, you'll be cut off at the knees.
Now, I tend to like Russian folk. They're generous when they can be, they're hearty, they're resourceful and love to drink vodka. The ones I have known have all been sweet to me.
You're a different story. I can do well without you. And, when you finally get overthrown or give up to go to your dacha and vegetate, or you come to your senses about the way the world works, I will applaud. I'll even send you a card for your retirement.
But go away soon. I've had serious illnesses several times in the past decade and don't know how much longer I'll be around.
I just hope I outlive and out-endure you.