Usually I list here some cases from the lives of friends-knowns, but this time it will be about people quite famous. This story was heard by me from one capital business coach, who himself took part in it. I thought it was funny, there was no request to be silent, so I repeat.

So, there was (and there is) one big company in Russia that has been running shoes for a long time. The title I will not tell you, I will only say that it begins on the "E" and ends on the "conic", so guess yourself. And this company had several founders, the main of which was the constant headache of the rest. At first he and his girlfriends had Chekharda, all new ones started, and changed again. Moreover, he could have separated so much with the former that the other co-owners just scratched. One even presented an apartment in Tverska, everyone understands, probably, that the money was spent on this far from small.
Then, when he got rid of his grandmothers, he started new fools - he decided to take the chief over Ally Pugacheva, with whom someone then introduced him and whose work he, as it turned out, always loved. He began to make gifts to her dear, handed flowers and other kindnesses. It burned, in one word. Nothing surprising, we all come from childhood. For those who are younger, I will explain that the current Internet scared Pugalkin and that popular favorite Alla, whose songs we sang in pioneering camps, are essentially completely different creatures.
Pugacheva, in turn, rightly reasoned that there is no badness and life is bad, this was his attention, allowing him to become his main tomato sponsor. Remember then at the beginning of the zero all showed us her “Christmas meetings”? Do you remember Kirkorov’s “Morning Mail”? And the collection of shoes from Ally Pugacheva in the Tsumah of our cities? WOW, everything from there.

The rest of the founders endured all this labia, crushing their teeth. Advertising and so on. Maybe it would have remained, but Pugachika herself had one passion at the time - she liked to go to the casino at the time, where she, like any player, was dumb in the end.
And it would be nice for her to spend a little, but the sums, unfortunately, went out considerable, in connection with which she was credited to her sponsor and normalized. That is, the money Borisovna, of course, gave and even with some small margin, but at the same time it was possible to buy somewhere in Greece another shoe factory and stamp on it products with much more profit. And this is, so to speak, the other side of the spade, it is already, as it is, just a lost profit.

At this stage, the other founders invited a consultative group with the coach from whom I heard this story. The group, under some pretext, walked in their office, studying the situation and drawing out a psychological portrait of the main shareholder. After some time, they finished their work, analyzing everything that was possible and characterizing him as an overly emotional and passionate personality. And they were advised not to override him in his current hobbies, but to interrupt them with something unusual and consequently less expensive. They themselves prepared several proposals, of which the rest of the founders chose the most, in their opinion, suitable and gave their impulsive companion a herd of Australian goats for the next day. You know, probably white ones such as the Kashmir ones. The department for him under this matter was built in the field, the literature needed was written out, and everything else that is supposed to be arranged.
Don’t believe, he got caught up. He barely spent the night in this squadron, dropped all the affairs and quickly cooled to Alla Borisovna. Of course, her funding stopped, the "Christmas meetings" slowly swelled, Philipka turned off from the "Morning Mail" and everything began to improve in the firm.

But, unfortunately, this is not the end of the story. The fact is that near the village of the one where the goat ran was, there was one abandoned half-broken churchhouse. Where, past this squad, a local popcorn was riding on his "coupé". Poppy was still a passage, and from time to time the squad stopped and talked with the master on various topics, mostly high-spiritual. And, after all, the helmet, the helmet, the helmet. Go to Orthodoxy.
And then everything as before. Soon the peak was already falling on the new brand, the church itself was restored by a hired brigade of builders, and at the next meeting of shareholders, the chief founder seriously proposed to the rest of the co-owners to start paying the church "ten".

What was there further to myself I do not know, but I think there were a lot of such fortresses in this firm.