A Russian man loses his pet parrot. He looks everywhere, all around the
neighbourhood, in the park, everywhere. He just cant find the parrot.
Finally, he goes around to the local KGB office, and tells the desk officer
his problem.

The desk officer is a little puzzled. Look comrade, Im sorry you lost
your pet, but this is the KGB. We dont handle missing animal reports.

Oh, I know that, says the man. I just wanted you to know, if you do
happen to find my parrot–I dont know where he could have picked up his
political ideas.