I work as a sound director in the university. We have there: the acting hall, the stage, the scenes, and behind the scenes, behind the glass - my room, where the apparatus. Sometimes I sleep in the operating room. Through the window the whole scene is perfectly visible. One evening I hear something. A pair at the piano. Well, I think once you wake me up, I’m breaking your fist now! I put the sound of the pickling bomber, the rubber crashed - immediately all the sophites are turned on, a beam straight on the naked ass and the roar of the exploding bomb.
P.S. I then visited them a couple of times in the White Pillars.