I remembered. Five years ago, I moved into my apartment with my husband. We studied at the last class and after school we worked, arrived late. As we come home, there is no light, we think the counter broke out, the husband turned off the shield, rolled the light. A couple of days later, the same nonsense comes back. And here, then, how did I come home early alone, there is no light, I call my husband, tell me how to do that? It was decided to knock on the neighbor and ask to give us the light, especially with him we have already met before, even gave him 30 rubles in debt to the neighbor. I opened it immediately, kindly arranged everything, delighted me untold, I borrowed him another 20 rubles, I think a good man helped and polently asked for loans that would not give. Tomorrow we come again - there is no light, we call the owners of the apartment, we explain this and that, the mystic is what, can the counter be replaced? What we were told was that this is a neighbor, a cunning drunkard, such a business turns out, turns off the brush and waits for help, well, asks for a debt before "payment" a little money. Previous tenants bit him and gave him in the face, and we forgot to say about him, thought he had the skill of an entrepreneur, no.

So I learned to climb in the shield myself and scatter the light.