The older brother told me. He was fascinated by electronics, the good in the USSR in radio retail stores were stuck, pay, do what you want. So here. His neighbor called on him to turn on music. What he had there – radio, magnetophone, records – was not the point. In short, the debt. Brother read magazines (“radio” and so on.He moved his brains and consulted someone. Eventually, a device appeared, now called a glue. So the test! Now he is waiting, not waiting for the neighbor to wrestle his charm. I broke. My brother gave up his device. He says, even heard, like after the music suddenly “pshshshshshshshsh”. The neighbor cut off the sound. After a while he cried again, but quietly. God is with you, listen. And then I went back to all the power, shit. My brother turned on his device. A few times again, and so on. The neighbor knew that his brother was intelligent in radio technology, so after a while he turned to him. The further dialogue:
Listen, what kind of shit? The equipment is class, everything is wrong, but as loud as I turn on, it immediately cuts off, interference from the speakers goes, only "pshshsh" is heard. I listen loudly, everything is okay. and help.
The half brother:
What are you, stupid? KGB surveys are everywhere. As long as the music sounds normal, you’re heard, and as you’ve rubbed on “all,” you’re hiding something, well, like a spy. You have already been calculated. Do you want to see?
Crying to Mother! What to do now?
Just don’t turn on the music loud and that’s all.
Since then, everything has been calm in their house.