[Background: in the Soviet Union, if you fought in the 'Great Patriotic War'
against the Nazis, you were allowed to wear your medals on your civilian clothes.]
A man, a veteran of WWII, is sent out by his wife to try to buy some meat.
At the butcher shop, he stands in a long queue for several hours.
The people in the queue wait patiently ... only to be told by the shop's manager
at the end of the day, that, unfortunately, there will be no meat delivered that day.
As the disappointed people in the queue begin to disperse, the old veteran snaps.
"NO MEAT? NO MEAT?: What in the hell did I risk my life in the war for?
So my family could eat potatoes? NO MEAT??? I'll bet those fat motherf*****s
up in the Kremlin have meat tonight!! I'll bet they never have to eat potatoes!!!!"
The people around him back fearfully away ... and then ... what they fear, actually happens.
A large heavy-set man in a camel-hair overcoat (KGB garb) appears, claps his arm
around the complainer's shoulders, and says grimly, "Come with me, comrade!!!"
He roughly steers the man -- now shaking with fear -- over to an alley,
and pushes him up against a wall.
He says, "Now look here, comrade! We all know that these are difficult times,
due to the American imperialists. You of all people, a veteran of the
Great Patriotic War, should know how to endure hard times!
But what you said was TREASON!
Now ... in view of your service ... I'm going to let you go... just this once....
and consider yourself lucky, comrade ... you know what would have happened to
you under Comrade Stalin, in the old days, don't you?!"
And he makes his hand into the shape of a pistol and says, "Pow!"
The man, his knees turned to water, makes his way home.
As he enters his flat, his wife says, "Did you get any meat?"
"No," he replies.
"So they're out of meat?" she asks.
"Oh, it's worse than that," he says.
"Worse than that?" she says incredulously.
"How can it be worse than that?"
And he replies ....
"They're out of bullets!!"