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POD
				 
			If it's old jokes you like, here's one from the Soviet era:
Ivan, a Muscovite and Communist Party member, finally succumbs to the pleading of his wife Natasha that he should buy them a car. He puts together all the roubles they have been able to save and approaches the grey government building, where he joins a long queue that extends two blocks down the snow-covered street. Frozen to the bone, he is eventually admitted to a windowless office where, over the course of seven hours, he is subjected to lengthy background checks, is interviewed by three different political staffers and fills in a wad of application forms. At the end of this ordeal, Ivan is marched to the cashiers window where he hands over the satchel containing his and Natasha's savings. The clerk then tells him 'Very good Comrade, you have met all the requirements to be issued with a private vehicle. Come back at precisely nine-thirty a.m on this date in ten years and you may collect your car'.
Ivan turns pale. 'Nine-thirty a.m ten years from now??' he says, incredulously. 'Nine-thirty a.m. ten years from now!? Comrade, I cannot accept this!' says Ivan, shaking his head.
'Cannot accept this?' asks the clerk, glancing toward the two soldiers who flank the door. 'What do you mean, comrade, when you say you cannot accept this?'
'I cannot accept this, Comrade!' says Ivan, 'The plumber is coming at nine thirty.'