Anyone who has ever lived with relatives in the same apartment will definitely understand me.

I went to Moscow for money, my aunt convinced me to come. In my small town, wages are small, and prices are like everywhere. I thought my aunt was sorry, but it turned out to be different.
I brought the guests a couple of bags, and a couple of bodies and a couple of bodies of goats, and meat and fish, all natural all its own.

Aunt lived in a three-room apartment with a daughter and a son-in-law. They gave me a room, and I went on her advice, to her acquaintance for an interview, at which, I was already promised to take on the job. Everything went well, I approached them, and the next day I had to go to work.

I think once such a good news, not if I buy a cake and a bottle of something for the mood for my new family.

I came home, I told the news, we sat down and ate a cake with my aunt...
And here she asks me.
You are doing repairs, right?
Yes, and what then? I stressed
I need a balcony, can you help?
I will help, I agreed.
- You buy there, everything you need, and I will give you the money, - asked the aunt.

Money then I had for the first time, I thought to take them out, and if honestly the thought was blurred, if anything, then you can not take the money back, still the fee for housing, such as the Dumbell accord.

In general, I worked as a carrier in warehouses, in the night shift, and during the day I did not rush to repair the balcony. I ordered plastic windows, the amount of course is decent, but I thought it would be a good price for a couple of months, if you rent a house somewhere. He set it up and set it up, as he did for himself.

The repair was completed, in a week, if it wasn’t my main job, I would have finished earlier, my aunt took the job with joy.

“You can’t give money, it’s a fee for hospitality,” I said proudly, feeling grateful for “blood and feeding.”
“You’ll have to give me some food,” the aunt said.

During the week that I lived in the guests, I was for some reason fed meat and soup and even the fat that I brought to me on the table nobody put. No, I’m not complaining, but it’s somehow unfair.
Of course, I answered it.

It's time for the salary, I've so scattered my mind, I need to send some money home to my parents, and in principle, you can start saving a little bit, but my plans were interrupted by my aunt.

- There, for being taken to work, you have to thank Diana...
What kind of Diana? I did not understand, I asked.
- Who helped your reception to work, - explained the aunt.
And how much? I asked and was a little stressed.
Half the salary. My aunt answered indiscriminately.
Not a lot? I was surprised.
How did you want? You have to give the products!
What will I then have left?
- You need to plan your budget, - replied my aunt waiting for money from me.

And I did not endure here.

What did I do for the balcony? Do I often buy the products myself?! to
And what? My aunt asked me.
And I wanted to leave them so much that I just replied:

And nothing!

I left with a scandal, or rather, listened silently to how bad I was.
Then I rented a room for seven thousand rubles a month and had nothing to worry about. My aunt and I don’t talk anymore.