Indian Prime Minister
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Two diplomats are riding in a limousine in Moscow, an Indian and a Russian, discussing state business.

The Russian says to the Indian, "Rohit, I like you, but my superiors say the deal can't go through. They don't want to be associated with your country. They tell me it's filthy and the citizens just shit on the streets."

"That is not true!" exclaims the Indian, "We are very fastidious...in fact, you're not one to talk, isn't that someone shitting on your fine sidewalk?" he points out the window where there is indeed a squatted figure defecating on the sidewalk.

The Russian diplomat is enraged. "Stop the car!" he yells at the driver, Pavel. "Pavel, go execute that shitting man." Pavel nods at his boss, stops the the car and takes out a gun.

After a minute, he shakes his head and returns to his boss. "Sir, I cannot execute him."

"Why the hell not?" yells the Russian.

"Sir, he's the Indian Prime Minister."