Hello! Set your optimism mode to maximum and imagine: a happy Earth of the future. You are sitting, an old man/old woman, in the living room, covered with a blanket. Your great-grandchildren/grandchildren took their smart kind heads out of virtual helmets and ask to tell about those terrible swampy years when bloodthirstiness and chauvinism almost took over. And most of all they want to hear about your personal contribution to the victory of good. You shyly smile into your gray fluffy mustaches (if you have them) and tell about how you helped Meduza in its daily work on preserving hope and humanity in people. Historians have long appreciated Meduza's humanistic, educational, and life-affirming contribution to the Russian-language information field of the swampy years, and therefore your great-grandchildren/grandchildren rapturously rejoice and race to embrace you. Or maybe historians did not appreciate it, and this is not the first case of historians' inattentiveness, but your great-grandchildren/grandchildren already know Meduza, because it not only survived the swampy years but became even better, and they also watch it, listen to it, read it, and go on its virtual tours and quests. And thanks to whom did Meduza survive and become even better? That's right — thanks to such generous and conscious people as you. Thank you!