I live in a mortgage apartment. The transaction (selling one apartment, paying that money as a contribution, and the rest – actually, a loan from the bank) turned out to be hellish torments – a hundred thousand million papers, including, in addition to jokes, the result of a medical examination (I have health problems, the insurance company demanded to know if I will not die before I pay, and if it is worth connecting with my transaction).

And I also like after work to stumble into some unsettling series, the more stupid - the better that the brain unloaded. I sit in general. I see. And here the main character in the morning after a quarrel with the girl says that he got everything, enters the office with a sign "Real Estate Agency", signs one paper, comes out the same evening (this is specifically emphasized) for the money from the sale of his apartment leaves to live in warm countries. Am I a fool or a writer?