Normally, I would not look to Russia for laughs. The impression it gives is one of endless, dour, sad misery. A lot of Russians would agree, you only need to listen to some Shostakovich to sense how deep the misery has sunk into their psyche. Even so, they are more than capable of providing endless giggles to outside observers as the recent antics of their, er, Security Service - who sniggered? - demonstrated.
First, we had the farrago of their attempt to murder one of their own which they cocked-up and instead succeeded only in killing a totally innocent English woman. Her tragic death apart, the rest of it was pure 'Carry On' and all it lacked was Charles Hawtrey. Now we have the hilarious report of the 'four Russian stooges' who came over to eavesdrop electronically on the headquarters of the Organisation for the Prohibition of Chemical Weapons (OPCW) in The Hague. They were nabbed because, apart from actually hanging "I am a Russian spy" sign round their necks, they made every possible error in the book!
The Dutch and British security forces picked up all their computers and phones and are now in possession of a veritable gold-mine of information about the workings of the GRU. As the late, great Sid James would have put it in his deep-voiced, throaty chuckle, "Heh, heh, heh!"