In the 70s... A Russian asks for a meeting with the President \- I would like a passport and a visa to Belgium - asks the Russian man \- But aren't you fine in Russia? - asks the president \- Hm, really, I can't complain \- So, maybe you don't like your work there? \- Hm, really, I can't complain \- Maybe it is the life there that you don't like? \- Hm, really, I can't complain \- Then it is socialism that doesn't satisfy you? \- Hm, really, I can't complain \- But now I'm confused. Excuse me but why do you want to go to Belgium? - asks the president \- BECAUSE THERE I CAN FINALLY COMPLAIN!!!