In support of the campaign by milonga and ksue_shen, I wrote some verses about Gleb from Hell. They came out clumsy, but still—four whole quatrains. **The Tragedy of Gleb or, On the Difficulties of Communication for VIP Persons ** **Everyone hates Gleb from Hell, the liberal grinds his teeth: He’s worse than the Olympics! He sent a picket to the ambassador! And yet Gleb is really a sweetheart, So sensitive and gentle. In glasses. Life is hard for him, because the wiretapping has worn him down, become unbearable! Gleb has a Lexus, but picking up chicks isn’t all that easy for him, **Like Alexander Kalyagin **he just can’t chat them up. So before you start maliciously branding Gleb, Think about how bleakly he is forced to live. He wants nymphets and whips, naked ladies in photos in the New York Times, But instead at Seliger (the pro-Kremlin youth forum) he has to tell “Ours” (Nashi, a pro-Kremlin youth movement) something or other. ** Special thanks to milonga for suggesting a rhyme for “New York Times.”