THE KREMLIN.
RUSSIA.
“That bloody good stuff! Not our usual breakfast Vwodka, though”
“No. Is free sample”
“Schadenfreude’s Original Old Gulag Mortificadan Moosehoof Vwodka” “Is bloody good stuff. Order a dozen cases”
“Okay. You want crisps, too?”
“Pork scratchings. Oh - better two dozen cases - I just recall - Mrs P is having Tupperware Party Thursday.”
“You sent for me, Comrade Putin?”
“Ah! Yefim Konstantinovitch! Come, come. Pull up pew as they say in England” . “You still head of KGB? - here, have vwodka”
“That’s bloody good stuff, Comrade Putin”
“Is FSB now, Comrade Putin. KGB no longer . . . >
“Yes, yes” “I know that stuff - but is same thing. Rose is still rose, eh? Hahahahahaha”
“Hahahahahaha”
“These cheeky fucking gardeners - I want them arrested and put in Lubyanka”
“Lyubyanka is now Family Day Fun Centre Comrade Putin. I don’t think . . . “
“What more family fun than little Igor giving electric shock to cheeky fucking builder hanging on wall in chains? The kids will love it! Fun for all!”
“But Com-“
“Vanka - Yefim Konstantinovitch is leaving now.”
“See if cheeky fucking builders so quick knock down our walls! Hahahahaha”
“Hahahahaha”.