A bank robbery in Central Asia. Everything is as usual: stockings on their heads, everyone on the floor. One of the robbers, the most zealous, swears he will kill everyone, runs up to a frail cashier, and shouts: - You! What's your name? - Karlagash... - the cashier answers timidly, almost crying. Suddenly, the robber lowers his gun and says: - My mother's name was that... I won't touch you. Go. - The happy girl runs out of the bank. The robber runs up to a burly guy and shouts again: - What's your name? - Actually, my name is Sergei, but my friends call me Karlagash for some reason... - Mom, mom, look! The boy is eating the girl! - Sasha, stop talking nonsense! They're kissing! Oh... wait, no... he's eating her! A bus is driving down the road, passing by the zoo. A three-year-old boy is sitting on his mother's lap and looking out the window: - Mom, mom! There's a SO-ON! - Yes, dear, there's an elephant. - Mom, mom! There are ZYA-NY! - Yes, little one, there are monkeys. - Mom, mom! There's a F*CKING CAMEL! - Everyone in the bus turns to look at the mother and child. She, barely holding back laughter, says: - Yes, son, there's a camel. Stirlitz was sitting in his office, reviewing documents. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door... then again, and again, and again... - A woodpecker... - Stirlitz thought. - You're the woodpecker! - Müller thought.