Nevertheless, the love of the Russian people for a tail is something genetic, inferior only to the habit of the maternal design of absolutely any thought, whether it is something concrete, like a cat under the foot in the sweat, or abstract, like the theory of relativity in its own presentation. Our man with a tail can do everything: from cleaning the territory and building masterpieces of wooden architecture to defending his own civil position. Do you have a tail in your farm? No is. Do you live in Russia?