“—...while I was in the bathroom, my grandfather returned from the sanatorium. Although no one was waiting for him... Well, I think that this is exactly the same grandfather, because I have never seen him before. And now I saw it... I come out of the bathroom, and he’s lying dead on the floor. — You mean, like dead? At all? - I asked, of course, knowing full well that it was impossible to come up with a more idiotic question, but, I must admit, I was confused. Marinka’s noodles turned into a really serious matter. — What do you mean “completely”? Of course, absolutely! He was lying on the kitchen floor with a hole in the back of his head. He was shot.”