I was looking for an apartment in the glorious city of Rostov-on-Don. All the ads were answered by the callers. Well, what to do, the apartment should be rented, not in the car to sleep. I agreed to visit and visit the apartment I was interested in. The owner is an elderly man. Apparently a worker. I am a nervous guy aged 27-29. I looked at the apartment and it all worked out. Further conversation (X - the owner of the apartment, I-I, R-realtor):

Why is half the lamp not lighting?

X is burned. Change and compensate.

I am not a question. I also sell electricity, including light bulbs.

(X) A cable, in the case of the need to change the input, you sell?

I am not a question. Sold at a good discount. Here is a visit card.

You want to get along with me! Give me a visit!

He tried to grab the card from the owner’s hand. A stunned look of the owner of the apartment and a blow to the realtor. Takes him for a blanket and throws him out of the apartment.

What have we agreed?

and yes))

Eventually I dropped 2. of monthly value. And I sold him a SIP, a meter, a BZUM and machines at a cost.

House between the cold town of YUFU and the hospital. I still remember with a smile.