Igor Tarlecki. (№ 380022)

At my school there was such thing as music, where a bunch of teenagers in one room singing songs, none of which was a battery that we included on the record. That is, in the twenty-first century, we included records. And it's not because the teacher was in some hipster that: "Children, the figure has no soul! Here's the vinyl record The Rolling Stones. Listen and pass the jamb of the window!"