but...
"Mind you, I didn't join the police force just to wear the helmets, you know; that just happens to be one of the little perks. There are plenty of jobs where I could have worn a helmet, but not such a nice helmet. This helmet, I think, beats even some of the more elaborate helmets worn by the Tsar's private army, the so-called Axi Red Warriors. You know about them?"
"Well, no, I don't."
"Ah! Their helmets used to look like... you got any paper?"
"Well... only these scripts."
(The policeman runs up to an approaching businessman, twists his arm behind his back and wrenches the briefcase from his hand. He opens it, gets out some paper and tosses the briefcase aside, then grabs a pen from a passer-by's pocket.)"I'll have that!"
(The policeman sits down again and starts to draw.)"Now, then — their helmet was not unlike the bobby's helmet in basic shape. It had an emblem here, and three gold — and in those days it really was gold, that's part of the reason the Tsar was so unpopular — three gold bands surmounted by a golden eagle on the apex here. Pretty nice helmet, eh?"
"Yes."
"I think the domed helmet wins every time over the flattened job, you know, even when they're three-cornered..."
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