One threw the keys, the other the coffee machine. The Consumer Society. They cease to feel the value of things, are first thrown away, then (maybe but rarely) think. As if everything falls from the sky, it comes for nothing. And all at the same time weep like a beaten prostitute, what everything is expensive and what salaries are small. More devils to the god of the anal wa-impulse, more things thrown out for the throne of consumption. A normal Soviet man, not poisoned by marketers, would first check the wire. And there would be in the process and convinced that the device was not to blame neither the sleep nor the spirit. Even the dust would blow inside.