I bought an apartment with my aunt. A week after the move, I come home, and in the shell a circle with the remains of tea. On the table, a little bit of the cake that burned the day before. In the morning, after breakfast, I washed and cleaned everything. I call the hostess. He said, it was. The tea is delicious, the cake is dry. Have a good appetite, sweat.

But the last drop was that one day when I came home, I found a yellow splash and the smell of urine in the bathroom. I call a wonderful housewife. Oh, he said it was. The water in the apartment was turned off, and I wanted to write. And why in the bathroom to write, wash anyway, I decided that I would go to the bathroom, she would run into the hole herself.

They left without living for a month.

Good and adequate people.