On the subject of the police day there is a wonderful bearded joke.

During the time of total Soviet deficit on the border of Moscow and the region, two militia boobs met over a wood-drunk body. Well, and find out in which tremor to send it - to the capital or regional. They decided to send the sergeant-salad to smell what the body smells: vodka - that is, to Moscow, the same - to the region. He returns and reports:

Comrade, the younger lieutenant, smells like a cognac.
Let the comrade rest!