Wall of fame. If someone paints your portrait, you hang it up. More paintings, more hangings.
Office, where the master wrote. And listened to music, maybe read, nibbled a sandwich, solved some sudoku. A case holding his hunting gear. And dombra instrument. Look, another portrait, appropriately placed near similar props.
Various identification cards for The Party. Hey, the country was a Union shop. Pink bedroom, perhaps letting the wife win the decorating battle.
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