no Soviet bones

I was digging through my old papers and found, among other treasures,

a cinema ticket from Thailand in the 90s (Death becomes Her),

a yellowed poster I stared at as a child so long that it still fills me with a deep silence inside,

and a traveller entry form for a brief visit in Moscow, where I state that I own no "Soviet government bones or loterry tickets", only 30 dollars and 250 baht. Moscow let me in.