Comrade Shcherbina [cocks his head inquisitively, picks Fomin up by his neck]: Ah, but there you've made a mistake, Comrade Fomin.
Fomin [struggles vainly to catch breath]: Urgle-gurgle
Shcherbina: For I know much about concrete!
Gen. Pikalov [looks inquisitively, picks Glukhov up by his neck]: But you're less protected now!
Glukhov [struggles for breath]: We... urgle-gurgle... are still wearing the fucking hats.
Pikalov (squeezes): So I see...