One of my classmates turned out to be a real millionaire. Not those to whom the dad got something or an apartment in the center of Moscow from the grandmother, and not exactly those who used a gun in the 90s to make money. And really turned, rose and fell, but now there is a decent business, it is not shameful for people to look in the eyes. But it’s not so cool to be called an oligarch and try to take everything away. He has a small security service. Its chief is a former officer from the Organs. They shared a lot, shared a lot. The SBB chief was looking for it. Someone from the nearby circle recommended a landlord who recently moved to the capital. (The one-class director and his SBShnik are not Moscovites, they moved from the region together.) meet with. They talked. Former police officer (no longer serving in the police). He knew that he worked in the SB. Damn in measure, prof deformed in measure. It looks like everything is fine, but a worm is swallowing. And he decided "on a friendly foot" in the evening for a cup of tea to show his boss and "reveal." Well supposedly that "you understand, not all things are directly legal." And the potential deputy was surprised at some point and in support of "I am in the subject, I am my own" told how he in his youth, even before the Police was engaged in selling "confiscated cars from the special parking." Shareholders sent him people who wanted to buy a half-price Mercedes or jiggle (somebody in the pocket, both now and in the early 1990s), he acted as an intermediary - showed the car, opened the keys, launched, walked in the courtyard. It contains “preliminary documents”. There were many keys. Court of the organization. Everything looked credible. And then I took the advance, sometimes I managed to 100% and entered the office with a solid sign. And when the buyer was tired of waiting and looked into the office, he saw an empty room and an open window. Dissertations, as a rule, did not lead anywhere - his father was a big rank in the organs, 99% of the cases came down to the fact that "he went around, lost money, I promise to give as I could, there was no intention to steal." 1% had to be returned. Once he got on very serious, the father sent him to the army, then placed in the militia, where he "was crystal clear". was served. I understand you guys.



The head of the Board and the Director thoughtfully looked at the potential employee and remembered how after earning the first big money the Director wanted to buy himself and his wife a normal Mercedes, but the money was only enough for one. And Someone from acquaintances advised to buy "confiscate from the special parking lot". And that’s why the name of the landlord seemed unfamiliar.