Incredible greed

Recently I read the book of Artem Tarasov, the first Soviet millionaire, which is so called - "Millionaire". There, including about the fun life in the nineties - rackets, robberies, murders, and more. I remembered such an episode: Once the Tarasov bandits "presented" the following claim: say, then and then you were going to be silenced, but the killer confused, and put a completely alien person in your place. How are you going to compensate him for that?
The case was fun, and I began to recall examples of similar unusual greed from my own life. Nothing similar has been found in scale, but still...
Case one: at the beginning of the two thousand I met a girl. We lived in an apartment brought to me by my recently deceased grandmother. Suddenly, the girl decided to leave me. It happens, but much more funny is that she immediately asked me to release the apartment - say, found a guy, and would like to live with him. “You live with your parents, okay?” He added, smiling innocently. I refused restrainedly. But that is not all. The scenes of separation and so on. The incident took place in a small store next to the recently built "Victory Park" station. We stood in a line at the box office, and while we were talking, the girl took out a $50 mobile payment card from the window (remember those?), and all also innocently smiling, I put it on the conveyor tape to my purchases... I decided, to see that once it didn't ride with the apartment, then at least on the map will see - with a bad sheep, say, even a wool clock. Naturally, here I got out of myself, said a lot of silly words, and in general, terribly satisfied with myself.
The second incident happened ten years ago. Imagine I’m sitting in front of the TV, watching The Clone Attack, and suddenly there’s a terrible thunder, and in the middle of my carpet there’s a huge hill. I almost decided it was an element of some augmented reality, and now Obi Van Kenobi will jump out of the screen. But everything turned out to be more prosaic - the neighbor from below was doing repairs and, hanging something like a hanging ceiling, overhearded with the roof. Not thinking for a long time, I ran to the kitchen, and knocked the rod back. There was a terrible noise from the bottom, and within a minute the door was called. The angry neighbor with the red rod had long spoken about the fact that I had damaged his ceiling, and so on. For some reason, my unwillingness to have a strange stitch in the middle of the floor seemed to him a strange flair, like the aristocratic caprices of the French nobility, and I almost had to use force. The enmity between us lasted for three years, before he moved.
The third case was somewhere three years ago. Once I had a radiator, and I found an office where it could be replaced. The work was silly, but the guys for some reason struggled for a week. Particularly strange seemed the fact that I was insistently required to scan the passport - to say, it must be attached to the contract. Satisfied with the address. I didn't even report the real place of residence, named some first left-handed address - Lenin's street (there is in every city), the house is like that. I sleep at night and suddenly a bell rings out. At the other end of the wire, they ask me with an evil voice: Where are you now?
At home, I answered.
Where at home? You are not home. Are you parking in the yard?
Well yes.
What do you hang on my ears? I do not see you.
Why, what do you need? I am intrigued.
Instead of answering, he threw the phone. For a long time this conversation remained a mystery for me, until somewhere in a year I went to rent a car on a trade-in. I took the second keys, I sat in the room while the dealer checked the car. And suddenly the manager approaches me: - Did you not lose the key from the car?
No, I am answering. What is it?
- Yes, you know, you have the left key in the EBU in place of the second main key.
I began to ask - yes, it turns out, hijackers often do, and often this procedure is carried out in car services. Here and uncovered the mystery of that call - the hijacker, to see, was looking for my car in the yard, and it was not, here and he decided to ask me, where I am missing.