Putin dies and goes to hell. However, since he knows how to deal with devils, he manages to get a day off from torment and goes home to Moscow to have a Vodka and see how Russia is doing in his absence.

The streets are clean, the shops are open, and people look well and relatively happy (for Russians). At the bar, he orders 3 Vodkas and sips them slowly, watching all the people nattering about sports and boasting about business, like the KGB spy he always was.

Satisfied, Putin turns to the bartender and asks “How much for the drinks?”

The bartender swiftly pulls out the cashless pay-terminal and tells him: “Five Euros.”