In 2000, when I became a military retired, I decided to do business. Started with real estate. There were no special difficulties. But it was crazyly interesting – I went to work, really, like a holiday, everything was easy, the soul rejoiced at the consciousness of what I was...., well you understood. In parallel, he was involved in politics, several years was an assistant deputy of the State. Dumas, solving virtually any issues, was always surrounded by people, grateful and those who still had to disrupt me for a favor or money, and become in the order of "thankful". His first business anniversary, 10 years, was celebrated with a pump. I invited all my comrades, and there were a lot of them, and there were five among them, whom I considered to be close. Of these five, two were in the king's service. One director of the city building, the second deputy. the mayor (I write not for the ponts, but to understand the situation at the end of the story), the other three are entrepreneurs, and not very small. Communication with us was at the level of "I everywhere": they are not interested in fishing without me, in the sauna only with me, about Birthdays, washing shopping, sitting in the coffee shop - I am generally silent. And quite a cool relationship with the "best friend" Igor - every Friday in the countryside he cut a lamb, called 3-4 neighbors, cooked hollow, roasted strawberries. And he must have called, and every time he stressed that he would not touch the food if I didn’t come. Of course, I appreciated that attitude and thought I was lucky with my friends.
In 2011, a new phase of my life began, and I was deceived and hijacked. The nuances here are not appropriate, an important outcome is a criminal case, subscription for non-exit, arrest of accounts, suspension of enterprises. And the most outrageous thing is that in the first days was removed from office. The Dep. The Gd. The investigation lasted eight months. Waiting for time to end is another thing. But in any case, the honest name was returned, apologies were brought. All this time, employees were not paid a salary, the debt for renting premises was astronomical, customers were stretched by competitors. In the summer of 2012, I was jealous of the poor, because he was just a poor man, nothing owed to anyone, and I was a poor man with a lot of debt. My family was saved at the time. The son, 16, did not go to the 10th class to study, but went to work as a waitress, his wife sold chats, I spent a month digging worms in rubbish and garbage holes and handing them over to fishing stores, there were thousands and fifteen out of them. But it was clear that we would not last long. Then I went to “Friends.” No, I didn’t ask for money, I asked for one thing – to take it to my company as a driver, or as a guard, a guard, a carrier, by the way, just to last a few months until I recover from depression. How the conversations with them ended: the director of the factory reoriented me the next day and disappeared, at all, did not respond to my calls and did not call; Igor replied: "Well, you understand... » I said, I understand, and I left. In short, no one, no one helped.
But I got out, slowly, taking a lot of risk, especially when they sold the apartment, and then the house, so there was something to turn around. Now I am not only well, but even better than I was. In 2016, they bought an apartment, and in February of this year bought back a country house, though, overpaid 20 percent, but already very much wanted it. To his wife bought a car, his son continued his studies, every year he rests at sea in the Zagorje.
A month ago, he sent a SMS to fifteen people (“friends”) with an invitation to his DR (Jubileum). Four have come. Coupleed in the bath, sat down at the table, poured. The first toast from me: "Today I have a birthday, but I have prepared gifts for you (delivered to everyone on an expensive set - everything for a shave, column). Dear friends! I have invited you as a sign of special gratitude to you for the fact that thanks to you I have everything you see: home, firm, etc. Thank you for refusing my help and participation in difficult times, for being the most genuine gangsters, because if someone took me to you as a carrier or a carrier, I might not have become so stressed, and I would have territory on someone's enterprise so far. Let's drink friends for it, no matter how difficult, no one has ever come to help you, because only in the big ass, a person reveals all the hidden reserves and possibilities.
The covered table remained almost untouched, somehow everyone formed affairs and within an hour the guests departed. Maybe they didn’t like something, I don’t know, but my toast was very and very sincere, really.