This Russian guy loses his pet parrot. He looks everywhere, all
around the neighbourhood, 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’s a little puzzled. “Look, bud, 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 find my parrot — I don’t know where he could have picked up all his
political ideas.”