Pray, attend to this most whimsical piece of gossip, dear gentlemen! It appears that the relentless machinery of the state, in the person of the Roskomnadzor, has seen fit to summon a certain lady—the former songstress of the 'Fabrika' ensemble, Miss Alexandra Savelyeva—before the magistrates.

One might imagine a tragedy of Shakespearean proportions, yet the sum of this legal skirmish is a mere thirty-two thousand and one hundred rubles. A pittance, perhaps, but a pittance that has caused a stir in the salons! It seems our dear lady, caught up in the dizzying whirl of social media and the modern fashion for public acclaim, neglected to pay a trifling three per centum of her advertising gains to the crown’s collectors. Such is the fate of those who forget that even the most ethereal melody must eventually account for its earthly coins.

But let us not dwell solely on ledger books. Miss Savelyeva has recently seen fit to share an archival portrait of herself—a most startling image, devoid of the customary powders and paints, bearing a gaze of such exquisite exhaustion that it would move a statue to tears. The lady claims that a series of visits to a psychologist has rescued her from these internal tribulations, allowing her to bloom once more.

How quaint it is, is it not? To seek solace in the mind while the lawyers seek solace in the purse. One can only imagine the conversation over tea: 'My dear, I have conquered my demons, but I fear the tax collector is a demon that cannot be reasoned with!'