RUSSIAN VERSION The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he's a fool and laughs, dances, and plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he calls up his uncle and asks for help. The ants food stores are inspected and found vulnerable to dry rot. A systemic problem among ants. For the benefit of the ant, his food stores are placed in a national storage facility. The grasshopper is given a job managing the facility. The central store rapidly develops dry rot. Millions of ants die. But somehow there always seems enough grains left for the grasshopper. After a while the grosshopper's uncle suggests that the solution to the dry rot problem is de-nationalisation via employee ownership. The facility is sold for one grain to the grasshopper, who then sells it for half a grain to his uncle. The grass-hopper is re-hired as manager. The uncle becomes fantastically rich. The ant gives up collecting grain and finds a personal-security position protecting the uncle from other ants. All three go out to a Moscow night club to celebrate and are gunned down by a group of ants working as corporate-security professionals for Gazcom. Cheers, Julian.