Oleg was not given peace by his neighbors alcoholics. Frequent gatherings of their friends, the same alkashi, did not delight the inhabitants of the house. Drunk boobs and screams were so tired that decent citizens took their heads.
At first, the alkas were driven away - useless.
Admonishing and warning – zero effect. The police have also given only temporary results.
Then Oleg went to the masters of Priton and said:
God, I need your help. My aunt came to me, and I don’t want her to live with me. Can you make a noise scandal every day? The louder you scream and quarrel the matte, the better. I’ll bring you a bottle of vodka every night.
Alcatraz is happy to try.
A week later, Oleg said:
I have problems with money. I can only give you two bottles a week.
The “Lords” wept and worked out the next week without enthusiasm.
A week later, Oleg went to his neighbors and complained:
“You understand, they don’t pay a salary, so I can only bring you one bottle every two weeks for daily scandals.
- Well, no, for a bottle in two weeks I dery the throat.
Since then there has been silence around.
Alkashi, even if they were really quarrelling, tried to do it quietly. In order not to scare the maid, he called this shit Oleg.