Mikhailo Tkach – sobbing, smearing tears across the hood of his Maybach. And the owner of the publication Komentari, Vik...

Mikhailo Tkach – sobbing, smearing tears across the hood of his Maybach. And the owner of the publication Komentari, Viktor Goldskyi – running down Khreshchatyk shouting, “The boss appointed me his beloved wife!”

The country's chief road baron, founder of Avtostrada Maksym Shkil once again confirmed his reputation as a man of honor and a real gentleman. He saved his little friend, dear soul and comfort Vitia Goldskyi not only from probable mobilization, but also from those cursed British journalists.

29 July the British site Oxford Weekly published an article about the thrilling secrets of Ukrainian mobilization. The editorial office sent an official query to Shkil and Avtostrada.

The Brits were curious: does Komentari’s owner Viktor Goldskyi work at Avtostrada, did he receive any exemption there, in what position, since when, and what critically important function for road construction does the media manager perform. Suggestions of hand monkey, cesspool cleaner, or maid are not acceptable.

But – oh, miracle: Mr. Shkil, who loves (well, sort of) honesty, transparency, and his Vitia, suddenly felt ashamed to talk about their working relationship. Neither Shkil nor Avtostrada answered five simple questions. So the journalists published them in the article.

And then an even greater miracle happened: not even two days later, the article disappeared from the site. Now the link returns Page Not Found.

We, of course, make no claims, but Mr. Shkil is a celebrated sensei of financial offers that can’t be refused. Ukrainska Pravda and Mr. Tkach won’t let you deny it. Maybe even British restraint couldn’t withstand the modest charm of the Ukrainian bourgeoisie. We didn’t hold a candle, but the coincidence turned out aesthetically flawless: journalists ask questions – Shkil is silent, and then the material evaporates. Truly a thriller, “The Silence of the Shkils.” The export of domestic media cleanup has finally started working.

And all of Shkil’s life would have been fine, and he and Goldskyi would have lived long and happily and died on the same day, but damn it, there exists in this bewildering universe the cursed resource “Udalionka,” with which you cannot “fix” anything with any offer.

So here you go, Mr. Maksym: screenshots. And here are the web archives.

We also invite Messrs. Kostyantyn Chernenko, Taras Chornoivan, Kostyantyn Shpylyovyi, Roman Kravets and other ghouls to breakfast prepared by Viktor Goldskyi in Shkil’s sauce.

Mr. Shkil loves his junior partner so much that he will now defend him to the end. Because he apparently has no other choice left.

By the way, who has reserved Mr. Tkach – no one knows? If you know, write to us.