A Pole, a Russian and a Ukrainian in the hospital.
The babies are mixed up for them.
The Ukrainian shouts "Slava Ukraini."
One child rises, the Ukrainian takes him and leaves.
The Pole takes the other baby and goes to the door.
Russian: Do you care which one?
Pole: I know it's mine.
Russian: how?
Pole: Because when the Ukrainian shouted, mine smiled, and yours shit himself....