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Dmitry and his comrade in the KGB are sat in a Moscow diner one evening. Carefully glancing past his shoulder to make sure they are not overheard, Dmitry leans over and whispers to his counterpart.
"Just between you and me, comrade. What do you really think of this Soviet system?" he asks, searching for a kindred soul. The other man responds
"Truthfully, comrade?" checking around to see they are alone before leaning in
"I think exactly the same as you." he says in an ominous tone.
Another joke from Russia goes:
Three men are sat around a table, drinking vodka and bragging about their lives. The first man grabs the bottle, takes a swig and says with pride
"My son! He is farmer! He can eat all potatoes he want!"
The second man grabs the bottle from him and gulps down even more than the first guy did. He says
"Ah, is nothing! My son, he is soldier! He can rape all peasant girls he want!"
Both men then turn to the third, offering him the bottle. Slowly, he takes it and methodically drains every last drop before slamming the empty bottle down. Taking a moment to compose himself, he says
"My son… He die in childbirth. For him, struggle is over."
The other two men agree he has them beat.