Mom had to hang the TV on the wall, and then she enters the entrance and sees that someone has a repair on the first floor. Well, she pulled out some Chebureque there, asked to hang him and promised to pay.

A young, non-Russian, but very stylish dressed guy arrives. It does not smell and socks without holes. “It’s his weekend,” I guessed.

Well, Mom chases him around the rooms, asking for help in deciding where to hang. have determined.

Mom shoes to go to work, says loudly to me - you give him a thousand, and enough of him. And from the threshold asks to maintain the conversation - "Are you from Tajikistan or Uzbekistan?"

He raises his eyes on her and, emphasizing his purest Russian, replies, "I'm your new neighbor, I'm doing repairs."

Mom immediately knocked on the door, and I stayed down to thank the neighbor.