A state-owned collective farm in Northeastern Bulgaria in the 1960s.

A young milker is coming to work early in the morning. However, she is having a terrible hangover, i.e. an awfully painful headache, after "party" too much the previous night during the celebrations organized by the local structure of the Communist Party for Lenin's birthday.

The milker goes behind the first cow in the endless row, sits on a stool there, and tries to focus but it proves impossible.

Seeing this situation, the cow chewing her breakfast turns around, and says in a friendly, smiling fashion:

"Yesterday was Lenin's birthday, huh?"

"Yeees," the young woman replied.

"Too much Communist Party-ing, huh?" the cow continues still smiling.

"Aha...," the milker says, her head exploding with pain.

"You're head is killin ya, ain't it?" the cow goes on in a cheerful tone.

"Totally...," says the woman.

"But you do have to fulfill the milking plan and the daily quota, right?"

"Riiight," milker replies not really sure where the cow is going with all those questions.

"Alright, alright, all is clear!," the cow goes - "Don't you worry, we're gonna make it work. Just grab and hold on to my udder, and I am gonna start jumping up and down!..."