Does a khaki snowdrop exist in nature? If so, I am sure it is very beautiful. I always loved the color khaki, it reminded me of the land where I grew up. Of forests, swamps, pine needles. To go hunting early in the morning and bring back a bird carcass, or pick mushrooms, never having found any game. Now this color evokes different associations than it did a few years ago. But isn't that good - to live not captive to one's illusions or far from everything, but to clearly, distinctly see, hear the present? Meduza helped us in its time to see this reality. My father went through an existential crisis, disbelief, despair, but thanks to Meduza did not turn into a beast, did not start shouting "let's crush the creatures". He, a man of the old school, with grey hair at his temples, who lives in a remote village and goes hunting twice a week, now reads world news, knows the truth and - I assure you - he needs this truth. But he is not alone. There are hundreds of thousands of such people. And we need Meduza. Here, in Russia. Please, help her for us. Because we all need the truth) thank you.