Leonid Brezhnev's elderly mother is visiting, so he shows her around his office in the Kremlin, pointing out all the fine furniture and the priceless artwork on the walls.
"So mother, what do you think?"
"It's alright..."
A bit disappointed, Brezhnev takes her to his apartment in Moscow. He takes care to point out the jacuzzi, the fine clothes, the Omega watches, and all these other luxuries.
"Are you impressed, mother?"
"It's okay..."
So, he flies her down to his villa in Yalta. He takes her on the yacht, shows her the sports cars in the garage, and points out the most expensive champagnes in the wine cellar.
"Why aren't you happy for me, mother? I made it, I'm successful!"
"I am, dear, I'm just worried for your safety. After all, what will you do if the Reds come back?"
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