Comrade Gorbachev is being driven from his dacha to Moscow and is in a hurry. He is getting irritated with the slowness of his driver. "Can't you go any faster?" he says angrily. "I have to obey the speed limits," says the driver.
Finally Gorbachev orders the driver into the back and takes the wheel. Sure enough a patrol car soon pulls them over. The senior officer orders the junior to go write up the ticket. But the junior officer comes back and says he can't give them a ticket, the person in the car is too important.
"Well, who is it?" the senior officer asks.
"I didn't recognize him," says the junior officer, "but Comrade Gorbachev is his chauffeur."