Reds under the Bed 👁

Someone was spilling the beans in Downing Street. The PM’s every foible was being scrutinised on CCTV by the KGB back in the USSR. ‘Twas the last straw, they even knew the colour of his underpants and other eccentricities. The Soviets had him by the proverbials or so they thought.
But Sir Edward Mole-Hunter, head of MI5 no less, riding to the rescue, ended Karla’s silly games saving face.
He had трахать тебя (fuck off) and a upraised finger prominently embroidered on the PM’s undergarments. With Karla rumbled the ‘disappearance’ of the No10 laundry maid was not entirely unexpected.