The first half was zero. I bought an apartment for a married couple. The divisions were rare, tried to do some business, constantly wandered somewhere, but judging by the fact that they always lacked money, their affairs went their way. Then they abandoned this "business", and moved to a sedentary lifestyle, and I had to look for another apartment. Unfortunately, in spite of their total disturbance, the people were kind.



Here they come from another business trip. The wife lies with the flu, the husband fountains with ideas.

I am sad77! Want to eat for free?

I finally want!! to

Those times for me were the continuation of the nineties—that is, I was in a state of permanent shortage of money and chaos. Of course I agreed.

In general, his brother's son is 7 years old. Soon to school. “A big ship is a big sailing, and therefore a big gift.” Go to the Chinese market. There, he chose a gift to the nominal, a large soft toy depicting Alpha.

It will not be offended to say (written) to the fans of Alpha, this character, frankly, is not a beautiful person. But here in the performance of an anonymous Asian handcuff was a complete shit. The toy is not just big, but huge. It was a miracle about one and a half heads above me (and my height was 167 cm). As long as they picked, carried from the market, caught a taxi, dragged this on the back seat (along with me), the donor repeated once and for all, "The Spider must like it." I doubted myself, or something else. I brought a gift to the address. The fifth floor. Without an elevator. The staircase is very narrow, carrying substantial torment. The house is very poor Soviet planning. On each floor, four apartments, of which consist not of rooms and kitchen, but of rooms and kitchen. This is a “miracle” with your legs (or legs?) to forward. A few years later, I remembered the story of helping my neighbor suicide down the same narrow staircase from the fourth floor. feet forward as well.



Okay well. I brought the gift to the right apartment. Here my companion said for the last time that "Pavly should like it" and removed the transparent plastic packaging from "Alpha"... In short, what was in the packaging was just a shit, became a shit. "Alpha" had a specific flux and appears to be the sixth month of pregnancy. And another strange smell.

The donor called. A sluggish walk. We were welcomed by our parents and Pavlik, who did nothing wrong to us. And then we brought a gift...I immediately remembered the classic. In other words, 12 chairs. And more accurately – “They’ll be beating. Maybe even with my feet.” On the face of the boy (for his 7 years he was small) there was such an expression of unfailing horror that it became quite clear - everything, from this moment on, you can show him a particular cherry - the most fierce horror films, the split, the future aunt, the current rate of the ruble - it will not be worse. But after a few seconds it got worse - Pavlik couldn't withstand and burst into tears and screams, and then ran into the kitchen. The parents rushed to calm him, shorter than anything, and the smell of the little one was spoiled. There were guests, adults with children. The adults sat in a large room, the children placed a table in a small one. I don’t know how the children reacted, but the adults tactically pretended that they didn’t hear Pavlik’s cries. I didn’t listen, but the words “I don’t want” and “terrible” sounded quite clearly. And, fucking, I and Pavlik all agree – the toy (if you could call it a toy) was really terrible! and stinking.

Pavlik’s rollers tried to discuss the donor and the gift as quietly as possible, but the words “dolboob” and “mudak” also sounded quite clearly.

What happened to the gift is unknown.

By the way, I was effectively fed, sitting at the table with the adult relatives of Pavlik. Per they thought I was not to blame. Even a salad was put in the bank.