From VK:

One acquaintance, gently bitten to DR, returns home and at some point he begins to brutally mute and "helicopter." He runs into a push, clicks on the switch - and the light does not turn on. There was no time to understand, and this was the last thing that worried him at that moment. Having done his work of emptying the stomach by mouth, he went to sleep. He wakes up soon because he’s being squeezed. It turned out Father. He says, "I sit, shit, I don't touch anyone, here in the sorting the light is extinguished, the drunken body falls, blows on me, goes away. Light is included. The curtain.