Before the collapse of communism, this Russian guy loses his pet parrot. He looks everywhere, in the cage, in all the pet beds even all around the neighborhood, in the park, everywhere. He can’t find the parrot.
Finally he goes around to the KGB office, and tells the desk officer his problem. The officer is a little puzzled.
“Look, comrade, I’m sorry you lost your bird, but this is the KGB. We don’t handle missing animal reports.”
“Oh, I know that”, says the guy. “I just wanted you to know, if you do find my parrot… I don’t know where he could have picked up all his political ideas.”