Pray, imagine the scene! A certain class of gentlemen—those esteemed oil merchants and masters of the refinery—have found themselves in a most precarious predicament. It appears that maintaining the pristine 'Euro-5' standard of fuel has become a burden almost too heavy for their delicate shoulders to bear. Consequently, they have looked upon the Government with puppy-dog eyes, beseeching for a reprieve that would allow them to peddle the coarser brews of 'Euro-2' and 'Euro-3' once more.
Mr. Alexander Frolov, a gentleman of the National Energy Institute, attempts to soothe our nerves by suggesting that this is no grand descent into chaos, but merely a 'support measure' for those unfortunate souls whose machinery has suffered the indignity of unplanned repairs. One can almost picture the merchant, wringing his hands in faux-distress: 'Alas! My desulfurization apparatus has ceased to function! I cannot possibly produce the purity the law demands! Save me from bankruptcy!'

But let us peer behind the curtain at the true motive: the gold! The shine of the sovereign! You see, these clever rogues have been paying a heavy excise tax for any fuel that failed the 'Euro-5' test. While the difference per ton may seem a mere trifle to a commoner, when one calculates it by the millions of tons, the sum becomes a veritable mountain of gold. By granting this indulgence, the Government would allow the merchant to pay the lower tax, even while he sells a product that smells more of the pit than of the palace. A masterful stroke of profit!
Mr. Frolov insists that this is not a total surrender to the primitive ways of old. 'It is merely a temporary deviation,' he claims, as if a smudge of soot on a white waistcoat were merely a 'deviation' of fashion. He argues that since our carriages survived on 'Euro-3' a decade ago, the world shall not end if we return to it for a spell.

Indeed, the irony is as thick as the smog over the Thames! While some merchants plead for the right to sell antique sludge, one particularly ambitious Joint-Stock Company has already begun producing 'Euro-6'. Thus, we have a most comical spectacle: one gentleman striving for the heavens, while another begs for permission to crawl back into the mud, provided he can keep a few more shillings in his purse.
Reports from the chronicles of 'Kommersant' suggest that the authorities may indeed grant this boon until July 2027, permitting the circulation of the older, filthier standards. One can only imagine the joy of the oil-barons as they realize they may continue their business of selling yesterday's waste at tomorrow's prices, all under the guise of 'market stabilization.' Truly, the ingenuity of the commercial class knows no bounds!