"Bwahaha{cough}," Yuri says. "You am not know about Oled? He very nice, is not Oled nice, boys? {laughter from the boys} You will see, all see how... thorough Oled is with new friends." {sound of a military-grade half-track rolling up to the bunker where you are held} "Aaaahh, now here am Oled." The sound of heavy, hob-nailed boots approaches down the long corridor. The only other sound is your terrified breathing and the soft drip, drip of some forgotten pipe. Anyway, here's a TV.