There is one guy, a private assistant. I called him once, pumped the septic. A month later I called him again and his father had already come. Six months later, my wife and I sought an apartment and picked up options. One of the apartments was that man, his wife and daughter were at home. Of course, he did not remember me. And I saw his truck, so I remembered. A month later, I understood credit contracts at work, and one of them was that guy. Funny that way. I can come to him and say, “Siroga, my brother! Are you like yourself? Are you also on the ascenseur? Does he help or does he help himself? How about Marina? Is he also on care? Did your daughter go to the garden? Has the house already been sold in the port?



He doesn’t know me...