A few corrections for my comtards;

I don’t remember any fruit trees in my Хрущёвка growing up.

Alao, you could request a bigger apartment, but as my grandma was fond of saying, ‘you can write ‘cock’ on a fence, it would still be wood’ (something may have been lost in translation). The majority of families were living 3-4 generations in a one bedroom apartment with an indefinite wait to upgrade.

You sad fucks living 3-8 roomates deep with no cars and no money left over between bills are already living the communist experience, leave the rest of us out of it.