In the eighties of the twentieth century, the owner of the legendary voice, which the inhabitants of the Soviet Union considered a symbol of TV radio news, Yuri Borisovich Levitan, like all the dictors, worked in the Ostankino Television Center.

Since nothing human was alien to the inhabitants of the Ostankine TV Tower, they all gathered in the dining room at lunchtime.

In a large room could accommodate about three hundred people. While some TV producers dined, others stood in line for the standard comprehensive lunches. They gave the first, second and compot. Behind the portion of the food in the vicinity stood and ordinary workers of the TV studio and folk artists and laureates and even living legends. Here at lunch came the elderly Yuri Borisovich Levitan.

Comrade Levitan changed only externally, his recognizable voice was still strong and sound.

Once Yuri Borisovich took a portion of soup at the stand and sat down at the table. There was a lot of noise in the room, the TV producers exchanged news, shared impressions, discussed achievements, and suddenly for some reason everyone suddenly silenced.

Then the silence was broken by the loud and clear voice of Levitan. Yuri Borisovich spoke only one phrase, but as always - in the style of "From the Soviet Information Bureau".

Today it is... shit!