A man from Moscow decides to move to a new collective farm in Siberia.

His family is excited at the possibility of leaving their cramped flat in the city for a nice country house, but they have heard mixed things about the new Siberian farms so the man agrees to go on his own first, and write back to let them know if they should follow him or not.

They know the government censors will read the letter, so they agree in advance to use a simple code: anything written in blue ink is true, but anything in red ink actually means the opposite of what it says.
A few weeks later, the family receives a letter from the man. It reads, all in blue ink:

"Siberia is amazing! The winter isn't as bad as people say, I was given a huge three story dacha with a private garden all to myself, the work hours are short, the stores are practically overflowing with fresh food, luxury goods, even the latest movies and music from the West. But the only thing you can't get here is red ink."

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