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In the middle of the ocean, a Russian submarine surfaces: rusty and worn... A crew emerges on deck, matching the submarine's appearance: ushankas, felt boots, jackets... The captain lines them up and sternly asks:
- Who threw a felt boot at the control panel?
Silence...
- I'm asking again: who threw a felt boot at the control panel?!
Nearby, an American submarine surfaces: gleaming and sparkling... A crew emerges on deck, dressed accordingly: caps, collars... Their captain makes a single gesture, and they all line up in a perfect row. The American looks at our crew and casually remarks:
- Well, in America...
- There is no America anymore! WHO