Two Dragonovs walk into a bar….
The two newly recruited Dragonovs swaggered into the bar as if they owned the place. They were the defenders of collectivism, the heart of the revolution. They looked around at the admiring faces of the others in the bar. Someone offered to buy them a drink; another gave up his seat to them. Of course, the ladies were falling over themselves to attract their joint attention. Then they noticed the old man in the corner.
He wasn’t impressed at all; in fact he didn’t even acknowledge their presence. "Hey, Uncle!” one of the soldiers shouted. "Hey, look at me.” The old man raised his head slowly. He looked the two up and down and shook his head,
