I’ve figured out the name of my new car. It’s old-fashioned. It’s ugly, but strangely mesmerizing. It’s large. The values, the ideas, the régime it represents may be in decline, but you certainly don’t want to get in its way. And it’s a total babe magnet. What else can I call it but Григорій Ефимовичъ, or Grigori Yefimovich?