Sacred Haven of Debauchery

I remember in music class in elementary school, the teacher asked us to write down what we imagined while listening to a piece of music. I wrote that I imagined a burning city at night and corpses lying all around. Then my parents were called to the principal's office, and I vowed never to answer teachers honestly again, or to do anything in music class. Later, my parents were called to the principal's office again, this time because the top student, Orlov, had five failing grades in music out of five. But that's a completely different story.

In elementary school, we filled out a psychological questionnaire, and there was a question like: "What role do you play when you play a game?" or "What role were you?" – it was some kind of low-IQ formulation. I didn't quite understand what it meant, but it seemed to be about the role you had to play in games. And I wrote something like "soldier, bandit, killer" – because at home I played with toy soldiers and Doom 2, and in the street we ran around with sticks. And I also drew a couple of demons from Doom on one of the items, where we had to draw a character from our games. And my parents and I were also called in by the school psychologist. It was only later that I realized that for the Soviets, the answer should have been "driver, miner, construction worker, someone who shovels manure."