A Russian and a Pole were college roommates, and stayed in touch when
the Pole returned to his native land. Ten years go by and the Russian
happens to find himself in Warsaw, so he calls his friend up. They get
together at the Pole's country place, drink imported French wine, and
admire original artwork. The Russian is surprised at the Pole's
trappings of success and asks how he made out so well. "You see, Ivan,
being a civil engineer does not require living poorly? See that bridge
out there?" he asked, pointing, "I ordered three times as much steel as
I needed, and sold the rest on the black market. That's how I can
manage to live so comfortably." The Russian thinks the matter over on
his way home. Ten more years go by, and the Pole finds himself in Moscow
for the Fourth Five-Year-Plan Congress of Civil Engineers, and runs into
his dear friend Ivan. Ivan insists on taking Jerzy to his dachau, and
it is three times bigger than Jerzy's. They sip 1959 Cognac, feast on
Maine Lobster and Argentine beef, and admire rare first-edition books,
many officially banned. "I've got to hand it to you Jerzy, your
suggestions worked wonders." "I'm stunned! How did you get away with
this much money?" "Easy Jerzy, just look out the window at that bridge."
"WHAT bridge?" "Exactly."
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