In Soviet times, several pilots tested a joke for which they barely went to shoot.

The children’s jokes
Drink with pilots of military transport aircraft, being in one of the countries where our country performed its "international duty". Alcohol on the heat is cowardly - here I suddenly fell behind the boxes. I wake up, I look in the illuminator – the Soviet Union! This is not Pushkin sitting, but illegal border crossing and desertion. I drank alcohol and again for the boxes. At the next awakening behind the Illuminator was once again a familiar desert. It was scary when I was completely shaken. In three days.