The 100-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out the Window and Disappeared (The Hundred-Year-Old Man, #1)

by Jonas Jonasson

—Never try to outdrink a Swede, unless you happen to be a Finn or at least a Russian.

This is true.

The car and its fittings would have been a brilliant example of Soviet socialist engineering if it hadn’t all been imported from England.

—I’ve been thinking, said Allan. —What, said Stalin angrily. —Why don’t you shave off that mustache? With that the dinner was over, because the interpreter fainted.

—Good evening, Mr. Prime Minister, said Allan. I am Marshal Kirill Afanaseivich Meretskov of the Soviet Union. —You certainly are not, said Kim Il Sung calmly. I know Marshal Meretskov very well. —Oh, said Allan.