My ancestors also hid the cable from the monitor when they were leaving. I was 10 years old then, and I was sitting specifically at the games. One time, before they went to visit, they once again snapped a cable somewhere, with a brick to take it with us, if you don’t find it anyway. Well, of course, only they are behind the door, I begin to search the apartment.

Thirty minutes pass. I am just lying in their closet and digging a box. The radio phone. I do not interrupt the search. Mother of the Good Mother:
and my son!!! Cable under the mattress.I am like this: "And why are you suddenly..." and here I pull out a huge black rubber penis from the bottom of the box.
O_O
Son, are you there?! to
O_O
The son?? to
Yes to Mom.
Found the cable?
and ah.
So play...

I don’t know if they guessed what I found. But no more spare parts from the comp were hidden in the apartment.