We are going to buy an apartment. We go and look at options.

Khrushchev, live an elderly mother and a clearly drinking son of forty years, smoked so that even a tail hang, in the corridor a cat bowl, not cleaned on the day three, embrace, through the wall is heard mat and the sounds of fighting...

Going out of the entrance, the first thing my husband says:

- Come home, I will embrace Ivanych, he's so crazy!

Ivanych is, if anything, our neighbor, a quiet, benevolent drunkard.