4 comrades go to a Soviet hotel for a night during a business trip…

As they walk into their room, 3 of them, whip out some vodka, food and cigarettes and begin to make jokes about the government and be very loud indeed. The 4th one is trying to get some meaningful sleep and knowing that it would be fruitless to ask them to stop, hatches an ingenious plan. He goes downstairs to reception and asks for a cup of coffee to be delivered to the room. “Make sure you deliver it exactly after 10 minutes starting from now” Returning back to the room he joins his comrades midway a Stalin joke. He sits up shocked and exclaims: “Comrades! You must not say these things! Don’t you know? They are listening to our conversations right now!” The comrades jeer and laugh at him and say that that is impossible. “Really? Then how do you explain this?” He gets up and speaks into the lampshade by the beds. “I would like a black coffee to be delivered to my room, please.” And surely enough, in a short amount of time, a maid walks in with a cup of coffee and some sugar. The other 3 comrades turn deathly pale and quickly turn in for the night. The last comrade drinks his coffee and peacefully goes to sleep. Come morning the 4th comrade awakens only to find that his friends and all their belongings are missing. Throughly confused and anxious, the man walks down the stairs to reception to enquire whether his friends had checked out earlier in the morning. “I am afraid not sir. You see, the KGB raided your room during the night and placed your friends under arrest for ridiculing the Soviet regime.” “B-but how come they didn’t take me?!” “Oh, the Captain very much enjoyed your joke” (translated from Russian)

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Much funnier 40 years ago before we all carried our wiretaps with us everywhere.

KarmicComic12334

Coffee before bed? Earlier repostings with tea read much better.

ktka

Soviet Premier Brezhnev, as is his habit, looks out the window of his Kremlin office at the morning sun. “Good morning, Comrade sun” he says. The sun answers, “Good morning, Comrade Premier.” About noon Brezhnev looks up through the skylight and says, “Good day, Comrade sun.” The sun dutifully answers “Good day, Comrade Premier.” In the afternoon Brezhnev peers out his window at the setting sun and says, “Good afternoon, Comrade sun.” “Fuck you, Brezhnev” says the sun. “I’m in the West now.”

requisitename

The fourth one is trying to get some meaningful sleep… so he orders a cup of coffee.

ElMadera

Real joke is there is any business in Russia, thus businessmen.

ChicParadox