“It was already dark in the room, but what he saw in the twilight plunged him into complete shock: a woman was lying on the floor between the bedroom and the living room, and a dark puddle had spread on the right side of her head. There was a jar lying next to the woman’s head; Arkady prudently did not pick it up. He walked away from the woman, turned on the light and, shuddering, dropped the Lenin figurine, which he continued to clutch in his hand, onto his leg. He didn’t even feel pain, the pain receptors in confusion refused to fulfill their duties, and his brain was strenuously trying to understand what to identify with the picture that appeared before him. The fact is that the puddle near the unfortunate woman’s head turned out to be green, not red.”