World Revolution

Midnight Petrograd… A night watch spots a shadow trying to sneak by. “Stop! Who goes there? Documents!” The frightened person chaotically shuffles through his pockets and drops a paper. A soldier picks it up and reads slowly, with difficulty: “U.ri.ne A.na.ly.sis”… “Hmm… a foreigner, sounds like…” “A spy, looks like…. Let’s shoot him on the spot!” Then reads further: “‘Proteins: none, Sugars: none, Fats: none…’ You are free to go, proletarian comrade! Long live the World revolution!”