A man in a suit is surrounded by Russian flags. Nobody loves Russia more than him. Like a swarm of locusts he does not cease to produce disloyal malcontents, to inflame religious and racial discord, and propound all kinds of horrible legends of damnation. The exquisite beauty of a federation is this, that aside from its internal solidity and organization, it experiences a power that rivals those of a simple monarchy. Its citizens not only celebrate in the most ecstatic diversity the national colors of their country, but transform the entire structure of their republic into a celebrated game of thrones.