Covered with a memo with an election poster of the governor of the Sverdlovsk region in the toilet (https://www.anekdot.ru/id/1250508/).

Apparently, it’s a long tradition of hanging pictures of politicians in the toilet. I am sinful too.
In the distant seventy, some year ago, I saw a magazine with an oval male portrait on the cover. And my inexperienced childhood brain instantly compared the size of the portrait to the lifted toilet seat: you go, one in one.
The portrait was immediately carved and spandored onto a dishwasher. I satisfactorily retreated and looked at my creation: in the framing of the raised seat it even looked stylish. Here it is necessary to clarify that the Soviet seats for toilets were not as they are now, made of plastic chemical colours, but pressed from natural slurry on DSP technology. The noble light brown color reminded me of the frame of the painting. In general, the child was happy - he created something beautiful for the first time; and who is depicted there and why it is in the toilet - the tenth matter. Actually, I had no idea who this man was, the aesthetics was more important. Four small black plastic legs gave the work a geometric finish.

My parents came back from work tonight.
The first person to visit the institution was his father and stared in the door: from the toilet seat, the Secretary-General of the CCP of the CPSU, Leonid Ilyich Brezhnev, looked at him wisely and with contempt. The father whispered, fell from the hiccups on the hiccups and popped to roast on the bed, forgetting to do his business. The mother looked around the installation and whispered, “And how can I push something out of myself when they look straight into my ass?” My father came out of the bedroom.
The bucket was immediately freed from foreign images. I was not even punished.

Much later, Gorbachev’s portrait appeared on the wall under the ceiling in the toilet. But this is a completely different story.