Back in the 80's a Russian man lost his pet parrot. He looked everywhere: all around the neighborhood, in the park, everywhere he could think of, but he couldn't find his missing pet anywhere. Finally, he went to the local KGB office, and there he told the desk officer his problem.
Of course, the KGB desk officer was a little confused. "Comrade, I am very sorry you lost your pet, but this is the KGB. We do not handle missing animal reports."
"Oh, I know that," the man replied. "I just wanted you to know that if you DO happen to find my parrot I have no idea where he could have picked up his political ideas."