Soviet Music is the equivalent of the Chinese's Water Torture

last week I woke up to my worst nightmare. I heard heavy, multipe footsteps marching towards my door, and I waited breathlessly to something awful to happen to me. I actually cracked open the door and peered out. Sure enough, there were the men in uniform from the Internal Department...they weren't the average militizia. However, they just laughed at my obvious panic and cheerily called out "dobre utra!" ( good morning) to me...as if it wasn't 3 in the morning. It was the door 5 doors down from me that had the rude awakening.

Then this morning I awoke at 5 am to a loud, ominous and omniscient voice telling us to get our importatnt documents and to leave the building immeadiately. It took me some moments to realize that we had speakers in the hall, which is where the voice came from. I immeadiately assumed that another bomb had gone off, and panicking, I gathered up my documents and fled the room." I join the group of people who were leaving en masse from the building when suddenly the voice clicked off...and russian folk music took its' place. I, along with everyone else, stopped dead in our tracks. what? why? is it the russian way of preventing a panic to play russian folk music? is it supposed to soothe and comfort the students escaping a bombed building?
At this point, the djourna came out and told us that it wasn't real. Relieved, we returned to our rooms. Only to discover what real russian cruelty is. Because the russian folk music didin't turn off!! no...it continned for hours off and on. Some evil students must have hijacked the Emergency Speaker System and was instead using it for malicious fun...instead of using it to warn students of fires, bombs, and such...they used it to start a morning radio show and to play the worst "music" you have ever heard. The music was clearly pre-1991...it had that sovietesque feel to it. The USSR did a lot of bad things to its' people...but subjecting them to the atrocity they called music has to be one of the cruelest. just like my parents had always feared, i ended up in the fetal position in the corner of my bed, covering my head with a pillow, waiting for it to stop
its a good thing i'll never find out who those students were...because if i did, i think i would rip out their ribcage