A Russian man loses his pet parrot. He looks everywhere, all around the neighbourhood, in the park, everywhere. He just can't 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, I'm sorry you lost your pet, but this is the KGB. We don't 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 don't know where he could have picked up his political ideas."