The man of Pasha is not rich, but sufficiently assured. Money invested in a particular business brings a stable rent of about 2 tons of green per month. Not bad for the province. Pasha was still young enough, not married, and for some time lived a careless life of not a wealthy rancher, but boredom and a certain bizarreness instilled in him the idea of arranging a courtier in a single management company. Work in the fresh air, and Pacha loved to go with a butt since childhood. And the main thing is some moral satisfaction from the fact that it is not a tunaead (like that king from the cartoon about the wolf). Salary of 10 thousand. And Pasha worked for himself for several months, slightly surprising tenants by coming to work on a not luxurious, but very expensive car.
Once approached him a man from the local, from tenants, such a half-grandfather of pre-retirement age. We talked, asked how much a courtier earns if he drives such a car. And Pasha is a man who says when 30 gets, when 40. Men in shock, how do the courtiers pay such money? And Pasha answers that, say, the salary is 10 in total, but if there are no complaints from the tenants, everything is clean and orderly, then the premiums are good. He nodded his head and left.
A few days later, a complaint came to the management company that Pasha's courtyard was drunk forever, hamit and clinged to schoolchildren. The chief of Pasha called, Pasha explained, that if I drink, then after work, he never chamed, and about schoolchildren in general is nonsense. A complaint in a week. Again on the carpet, the boss decided that there is no smoke without fire, he went on to Pasha in full. Pasha sent him naked, wrote a statement on his own, and went to the pub to celebrate his dismissal.
A couple of weeks later, the former courtier decided to go for the calculation. The road passed through the previously served courtyard. The yard was perfectly clean. A methyl licked a familiar man of pre-retirement age.