I once read about an official from the Moscow City Council who came to London in the late 1980s to exchange experiences and tried to find out who in the London area was responsible for the city's food supply. They tried to explain to him that such a position does not exist. But he insisted, being sure that this position was simply called something clever, and he was simply misunderstood.
(how? "Lord Chancellor of bread, meat, wine and other foods"? "The Commander-in-Chief of the Cattle"? "The Grand Master of the Bread Shops"? You can leave your version in the comments. True, there are no comments here. Well, somewhere you can, who will forbid you).
Of course, you can laugh at a stupid official. But his whole life, far beyond the working day, amounted to endless trouble - attempts to squeeze food into the city from the arrogant and complacent residents of the south - from the Kuban king Madonov, from the real autocratic king of Ukraine Shechervitsky, from the pertocrat of Stavropol Gorbachev, from the Kazakh Khan Kunayev, from Rashi's giant machine and on. For these autocratic princes, who ruled their estates for many decades, princes for whom Gosplan, Gusnab, Agroprom of the Soviet Union did not exist and included big names of 4(!) different agricultural ministries (including the Ministry of Fruit and Vegetable Agriculture; at the same time, the huge Ministry of Land Reclamation, for two million other departments with Agroprom names, almost nothing) did not exist and included big names.
The train with fruit was again late for a week, all the fruit was rotten, what was not rotten was stolen at the station. And you can't do anything about it. Trains are always late: If a passenger train is only two hours late, that's a huge success, but a freight train can take as long as it wants. The Minister of Railways was regularly summoned to the Politburo and "worked" on the monstrous amounts of theft on the railways, but no money was given for security.