There was a young man in my house who wanted to learn to play electric guitar. It would be better for him to ask for the music of Santa Claus, rather than an electrocu. He had conversations with him and the tenants themselves, and the local, he was cut off electricity in the shield regularly, and the shield itself was twice crushed with a spade (not me). But only after the second time he moved to rehearse on the roof of his grandmother's house on the outskirts. You can’t get rid of art with anything!