“... Loud sounds still tore through the silence of a huge house. The man with the remote swung it around and, with all his strength, blasted it into the TV set. The smooth, mirror-like screen surface cracked, and the flickering images were replaced by grainy static. The music didn’t stop. The minister flicked his cigarette onto the floor, stomped it out with his heel, then stepped back and kicked the column over onto the carpet. For a few seconds Arkady Mikhailovich stood motionless with a wire in his hand, getting used to the crushing silence of the country house. A minute later he calmly set the cord down, stepped away from the outlet, and looked at the TV. The screen had darkened, and the large black cracks stood out sharply against the glass…”.