Here is a story about how I had a hostel in Moscow on the Garden Ring for 3 years. I’ll explain immediately, my partner and I didn’t understand anything about this business at the time, just decided to earn a bucket at the 2018 FIFA World Cup, so we were wildly distracted by what was happening.



We bought a ready-made business, reviewed the heroic cloud of options, and the main problem was always that the owners could not normally reduce the business numbers, everything looked lipy. As a result, a month later, they found one small for 35 places, watched the flow of people for 2 weeks and bought.



This story is not about business, but about people, so let me immediately write the numbers: bought for 3.5 million rubles, the room was rented, everything went off in 15 months, at the World Cup earned very well, more than expected, and closed due to a new tenant (Menta).He put forward such conditions that it was cheaper to sell everything and leave. There was also a pandemic, profits fell, and I was already in the states. In general, even with this arrangement, we earned more than the business plan envisaged, I do not regret the money. But here we survived just the PZDC as much as the whole lotus.



The former owner is the administrator. The lady of 40, worked for more than one year, lived for 2 weeks directly in the hostel, because her apartment was in the distant suburb of Moscow, which we had at hand, and still did the job of a cleaner to get 2 sp. We bought the hostel in December and everything was fine.



But there was this lady with a young bearded man from a hot southern republic. He spent the whole day with her in the hostel, stayed for the night, but I was not against, the guy seemed to be adequate and watched for order among the tenants. In the first two weeks, everything went straight, nooh.



On January 1, at 7 in the morning, I wake up from the lion of badun at home from the phone call. The tenant calls and says, “Come soon, I’ve found your number, there’s shit, police, blood, meat, disassembly.” In panic, I ran into the hostel and shook from what happened. It turns out...



On New Year's Eve, the tenants and the administrator decided to arrange a small party, although it is forbidden, they covered the table, champagne, all the affairs, but here the giant begins a quarrel with his lady and to show all the tenants his giantness, he grabs a knife and beats them his love straight under the ribs.



The men break down to scatter them, some fierce macheteer begins, someone causes mentiers, the jihit attacks and, in the end, an army comes to them, this camouflage is twisted and taken away, but he has time to scream that he will definitely finish what he has begun, as he returns. The lady runs away.



In short, I come in the morning, there are investigators, taking testimonies from everyone. The main cameras were turned aside, nothing is visible. In the hostel a fucking man, the administrator ran away. A miracle did not break the box. In general, from this 1st of January I appeared gray hair.



Also, new residents come and cheer from what they have seen. Within a few hours, the mints leave, I begin to put order. Here fall two healthy bearded bodies from the same republic. One of them is our brother Liu Kang. He from the threshold begins to tell me how long and painful



He will cut off my head if his brother is closed. The second wart suddenly gets the Xive of the Investigative Committee and promises to find a barrel of heroin directly in the hostel if I do not find the administrator who has had time to roll the claim. In short, the fucking fun. I guessed the tactics. Here is she.



The “stupid” tactic. I didn’t start calling friends from the same SK or just bullshit. I stupidly rubbed the fool, who like from the series on NTV: "no, you che, guys, I'm that che, but, guys, just calm down, New Year, let's do better." After five minutes of discussion, they realized that



I am full of dumbobs, have nothing to take from me and leave. And never returned again. One hour later, a missing manager called me. In tears she told me everything I wrote above. She hid from her friend and was even afraid to go to the hospital to fill her hole in her side.



And then there was a moment that I suddenly began to respect myself. She allowed some to live in debt, but it was on her salary. At that time, the debtors were almost half of her. And you know, I’m not boasting, but I’ve never felt so sorry for anyone before. The debt was forgiven her, sent out a full package with one condition that she would no longer be close to the hostel. So they separated. But the race forward, the condition she did not fulfill and we had more problems afterwards because of her.



I chased further. The biggest discovery I’ve made for myself while holding a hostel is what kind of shit is happening in the center of Moscow. Previously, it seemed to be dangerous on the outskirts of the bedrooms, but because there, in the center, is just an uncontrollable chaos of crime, which has constantly flowed to us.



One day, in the middle of the night, an omon broke in and laid everyone on the floor. They were looking for a man who armed attacked the menta (WTF??). I have never been told that this is our fucking hostel. They just broke the door, broke half of the furniture, put it in the fucker to the tenant who did not want to wake up, and left.



The poor worker man lived with us for three months, but he was so offended that he left the next day. I was so sorry, I offered him to live for free as a compensation, but he silently gathered and left. I am still upset by him (



There were two hosts. Of course, I didn’t know what they were doing at first, but one day a district officer came and told me that there were more than 20 episodes of theft in a couple of my tenants. The problem is that they robbed the subway 50 meters from the hostel and then went home.



The drug addicts came in packages. This is a separate shit. Over time, we began to count them as grandmothers in the store. The scheme is this: the man decides to kill himself naked for a day, he can not go home to his mom, and in the hostel it is cheaper and safer than on the street. This fucking miracle came to us.



My poor administrators, they saw no less than the sanitary of the drug dispenser. For the first few months of min 2 times a week, an ambulance came to us to pick up another traveller. And it was almost impossible to calculate some, adequate people come, and in an hour they begin to shrink.



One thing I remember straight. He killed a whore and started falling on the walls. Go straight, fuck your head. They called an ambulance again, but a man-working man came out of the neighboring room after the shift, wrote Tom Tarzan in a whip, cut it off and went back to sleep. The ambulance took the body.



It’s hard to describe what happened to me in those days. Very quickly I started to be afraid of the phone ringing, because if they were calling from the hostel, it means there was a shit again. I don’t joke, I have panic attacks sometimes. At the same time, I still worked on a normal job in parallel.



You don’t think there were only margins. 50-60% of the tenants - workers, lived constantly, someone for years, paid properly, even helped to put order. Here is the other half...



Theft happened constantly. I’m used to talking to menta every week. And the "gastrolers" were also constantly settled: the guy will live a day to chew on the bags, and sick. Who is to blame afterwards? It is right, hostel. A man had stolen an old laptop.



He demanded from the administrator the number of the owner (me), allegedly I now have to compensate for everything. Of course, he was sympathetized, but sent us. The man promised to burn the hostel and kill my whole family. But I was not afraid, because I was threatened every month by offended tenants, I got used to it.



For example, the man does not pay a week, he is hinted that it is time to drop, and he in response promises to pursue me and pierce his head. There were a lot of such idiots. And some behave so fucking that you really don’t doubt his intentions.



But most of all, I was fucked by the dirty toilet. It’s shit, I still hate sanitary. The room was arranged so that on each toilet a separate pump was placed, which was blocked from the mess of any undigested pasta.



Therefore, everywhere fun signs Nothing to throw into the uniform. And you know what? These piddars specifically threw everything there so that I could get rid of it: slanders, scratches, bite dishes, and bark almost spare parts from the Boeing. Then the sanitary came and took 2k from me for the challenge. First this



It was almost three times a week. Then we started tracking the fools through the cameras. Literally straight, watched who was there for how long and if the toilet worked afterwards. And it worked, they put the fools out on the street. Ordinary residents were then overwhelmed because



Because of these fools they had to run to the toilet to the neighboring shopping center to fuck. There was a similar type of terrorism. Some of the offended haters carried bugs and gathered. We also calculated them, although it took 4 months. Because of this, we had to order processing.



Almost every 2 weeks and each cost 15k. Imagine how much money we lost on that. And all because of the offended webbans we refused to settle for free.



At first, battles were frequent and almost always started by brothers from the southern republics. After six months, we decided to stop settling them. Let me forgive the good people from the southern peoples, but we had no other option to stop this shit.



They could fight because of any hernias. Once, a guy knocked another fork in his hand for the nard. Fuck the nerds. Something he didn’t like about that game. Another time one was caught stealing someone else’s food and arranged a dark one for him at night. Fucking in jail.



When I expelled one of them for another such shit, I was promised to cut off my head again. I have stopped paying attention to it. In general, so it went with a variable shit, as suddenly after 2 years returns to Liu Kang from the beginning of the story



He sat down, went out for good behavior and came to the hostel because... you’re now shaking up... because he got married to that grandmother whom he struck with a knife at the beginning of the trade, and came to demand that we take her back to work and get it back as it was.



I was in the U.S. then, my partner understood it. It ended with all 10 rosgardists, knocked-out doors and another arrest of that dude. He still said that his brother (the same who came to me for a breakup) was killed, we are also to blame for this and we will soon answer for it.



At the World Cup we were all booked and we could not leave permanent residents. Some rebelled and came only with the police. And one man filed against me for this in court)) in the real court. And then he made a statement that we were selling drugs directly in the hostel.



The WM itself was calm. I could never find an administrator with English, so I had to work there myself for a month. And you know what? Foreigners have never killed the Unix. No once fucking. We hanged a sign in three languages and that’s it! This is the difference in mentality.



Time to finish. I don’t regret anything, but I still have nightmares about a fucking hostel. We earned money, but if I knew how much mental health it would take, I’t have signed up for that adventure in my life. The End.