“Good morning, Comrade Sun.” he says.
“Good morning, Comrade Stalin.” the sun replies.
Later in the day, as Stalin is heading to the NKVD headquarters to meet with Beria he says, “Good afternoon, Comrade Sun.”
“Good afternoon, Comrade Stalin.” the Sun replies.
As he goes for his evening jog on the Kremlin’s grounds, he says, “Good evening, Comrade Sun.”
No response.
“I said ‘Good evening, Comrade Sun!’” Stalin says with his anger rising.
The Sun replies,
“Stuff you, I’m in the West now.”