After his talk, the head guy was walking around with a small monkey on his shirt. Following my child, I stepped in his path, and he looked at me with a "Would you like to ask me about the monkey who's been peeing on me for the last hour?" look on his face.
"Sorry," I said, pointing to the bronze statue my son was playing with. "We just wanted to look at the Communist pigs."
"Look at the other two pigs. See, they're holding a hammer and sickle."
"I mean, okay," I said. "They're the pigs who built houses out of straw and wood, but still. You have to admit it's an odd coincidence they had them holding those things. And look at the other statues."
"Communist pigs!" he said, and laughed. Then he walked off.
The money on his shoulder squinted at me for a moment as if to say "You should have just asked him a question!"
Then he peed on the man again.