Englishman, Frenchy, and Russian, were discussing the meaning of happiness for them.
The Englishman said,” happiness is when I return home after a hard day’s work. I sit by the fireplace, open a beer, turn on the telly, put my feet up, and cozy up to my wife”.
“Ah, you English”, said the French. ” you have no idea of romance. Happiness is when I take a beautiful woman to dinner, drink vintage wine, and then, take her home, and make love to her all night.”
The Russian kept silent, slowly shaking his head. Then he said, ” both of you have no idea of ziz happiness.
Happiness is when I am sleeping in the middle of ze night. Suddenly I hear the big blows on ze door and the shouting outside. I creep fearfully to ze door, and I hear the angry voices shouting, “open this door or we will break it down!!!”
I am terrified, and I open ze door slowly, and there is ze KGB !! And ze KGB sezs ” Ivan Ivanovich, you are under arrest”.
And I sez, “Ivan Ivanovich lives next door !!!!!”
