((You walk into an elevator. Before you are about to press the button, a Vladimir Lenin walks in with you. Then another. Suddenly, the elevator is filled to the max amount with Vladimir Lenins. The door closes. You can’t move at all. You are the most nervous you have ever been on your life. Suddenly, the elevator stops. For some reason, all these Vladimir Lenins seem to have an attraction for your revolutionary potential one way or another.)) “Oh no…”