As lovely as Yulia @yulia_navalnaya looks in this photo, here she’s serving as a matchbox. You’ve probably seen it many times: in photos, small objects—animals, beetles, that sort of thing—are placed in a matchbox for scale. Just so the viewer can judge the size of the beetle. Only in my case, it’s not a beetle but a boy. As of today, a fifteen-year-old one. It feels like just recently he was coming to visit me, and I was marveling: “How you’ve grown. You’re already less than a head shorter than your mom.” And now—well, here we are. March 26 is a doubly special date for me. One of the main days of my political life—the “He Is Not Dimon to You” rallies (anti-corruption protests in Russia)—fell on Zakhar’s birthday. As I was leaving the house, I wrote a post calling on people to come and attached a photo of my son (it’s in the carousel too). I didn’t make it to the birthday dinner, but remembering that face in the funny hat, I knew for certain it was all worth it. And now, looking at him, I know it still is. Happy birthday, Zakhar!