Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev, who rose to the top of power in the USSR after Stalin's death, was a great eccentric, and in some respects even a simpleton, since he did not have time to receive an education during the turbulent revolutionary events, but at the same time he was a cunning intriguer. While in India for talks with Indian Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru, he, slightly drunk, and with what he thought was reasonable grounds, suggested to Nehru that he take a container, go outside, catch one of the Indian cows peacefully wandering the streets of Delhi, and milk it. "I know how to milk-don't doubt it, and if all your cows are sacred, and you're not lying, then the milk we gain, will be healing, at the very least, and you and I, friend Jawaharlal, will continue to live happily ever after, our bodies safe and sound, drinking this milk, and the devil himself will be no match for us, and we won't tell anyone else," were his exact words. Nehru, for whom, like all Indians, cows are sacred animals, ran in terror, locked himself in his office, and began to meditate to come to his senses. "Did I just blurt out something again?" - thought Nikita, embarrassed, and instead of milk, to balance things out, he took a sip of vodka, which was also healing in some ways.