It’s an even exchange.
We send soldiers to march in Red Square.
They send a Red to live in the White House.
Ronald Reagan told a joke:
Two guards were patrolling Red Square a few minutes before curfew in early winter. A man rushes out a door with his coat unbuttoned and his scarf swirling in his hurry. He looks left, looks right, and looks right at the guards. He waves, and then runs across the square.
One guard shruggs his rifle off his shoulder, takes aim, and shoots. The runner falls, and slides to a stop. A few flakes of snow fall on him.
The guards go to port arms, and double time over to him. One guard asks “Mischa, why did you shoot him?”
Mischa answers: “Curfew violation.”
“But Mischa, it was 5 minutes before curfew!”
Mischa responds sadly: “I knew him. He was a friend of mine. He never could have made it home in time.”