Fun

Evening. Mud. Slush.
A glum line of captured Red-Army-men shuffles before Nestor Makhno's tachanka.
Batka polishes his nails with a diamond file and commands his brave lads:

- Shoot this one! (Shot, scream, sound of a falling body.)

- And shoot this one too. (Shot, scream...)

- Hang this one.

- Shoot this one.

Hearing the sentence, another Red-Army-man falls to the ground and begins to thrash in hysteria, screaming: "No, no!!! I don't want to, please don't!!!"

- Opa! Leave this one alone. He doesn't want to.

Writing on a car "I am an unskilled driver trying to drive fast in a car that can't even brake properly" is long and inconvenient.
They write it simpler: "Street Racer".

A man wakes up after a terrible binge with girls, walks up to the mirror, and sees a string hanging from his mouth; he begins to slowly pull it out, whispering "as long as it's Lipton...."

New virus - "bum"! It just rummages through the Recycle Bin...