What is interesting is that when you tell without jewelry no one believes.

In general, from the life of bank borrowers.

My dear friend from the past, Misha, came to me. Misha retired and swallowed, and as long as he was making a pension and swallowing (and eating, chaushing) it was not for anything - the hell he dragged to take a loan from one Pidar bank with a green such a logo. Since his pension was exactly the amount of payment on the credit and was transferred to the same bank - then Misha did not see it, and lived on the principle - that for a month spent from the card, then the pension covered. The debt from this was not very closed, so starting to do nonsense Misha did them continued - and went to the bank type to restructure the loan, and came out of it with another loan under 28% annual. And the pension of Mishina ceased to be enough to cover the debt, or rather, it would be enough if he did not eat or drink. And drinks, you know, today are not cheap at all, even the worst quality of the most frozen discounters.

This is the prelude. And now he had a very puzzled idea - to borrow money from me, I have it, I'm riding a beautiful car and I can afford to buy Misha's products and buchla, that is, materially assured.

Alcoholics generally believe that a thought that appeared to them to be puzzled is immediately implemented and is not subject to discussion or criticism. So Misha swelled up, called me for a serious conversation and asked for a thousand to 300. Maybe even 400. Loans are yes.
You should never have money affairs with friends. You will remain without money and without friends, you can definitely help, but borrowing and borrowing is a bad sign, without a friend you will remain.
So I slightly cooled up Mishin Pyl with an offer to introduce me to the course of the matter.
Well, I listened to the typical story of a typical loophole - how I wanted money and got them and now he knows how to give, but if I "give", he will cover that loan and then slowly calculate with me.
Oh, I said, is it asphalt? Specifically, you do not count. Moreover, the idiotic thoughts went to take debt in currency (never take, give back times more problematic, the currency grows without any interest).
Hearing Misha said, OK, give me a week to think about your deeds, I will come up with something.
Exactly a week passed. I managed to develop the option of covering the debt by exchanging Mishina's house for less spacious housing (a small debt, in principle, moving to a less chic area of the city would close the topic completely, he would hide where to go). At the same time, he consulted about his employment - the employee is himself, but there are places where it is not important - pay there is also not important, but there is nothing to do there, such as a security guard or a dispatcher).
Well, I have prepared the most radical, reliable and cost-free way - to send the bank to the fox. Just stop paying, get the bank an executive letter and file for bankruptcy. All the organizational work was ready to take over, Misha only needed to follow my instructions. Experience I have and successfully pulled out from the debtors and debtors. And about this thief’s laundry, I was sent a whole dossier with instructions for the thieves and examples of decisions on their claims. There were hopes.
Misha called himself. Already all so purposeful, in the planned receipt of money, he didn't even listen to that from his no-going position there is a bunch of exits, not involving meaningless waste of my money. Moreover, without giving, what will you take from an alcoholic? The housing? And how did he not intend to go into such abominations as receipts, trials, the expectation of Mishina's death, suspicions and the like, shit for his own money. Friends are still more valuable, the more ancient, there is something to remember, there is something to help. But not throwing out a pack of money unnecessarily.
However, Misha laid it all down on the shelves by herself. He is not interested in my fiction, he is only interested in money. I asked for a week and he gave it to me. Where is the promised? Where is the fucking money? You, shit, friend or who?
In other words, I didn’t even swallow. It’s a matter of life, I’ve seen every kind of shit, but again and again I see what alkas has in the brains. It fucking. What is the execution of the instructions here, what are the schemes and options here - I have already, not even having split up with the money, jumped into the cock. For Misha needs money, for Misha's ideas are the top of wisdom, compared to my nonsense, Misha's to settle with a faint bank is more important than to think of it to do it at all, and why is this banquet at my expense?
In general, I did not listen to him. I switched off and blocked the number. When he did not call and made a hysteria in the wasap, he did the same thing there.
Another friend remained in my memory, yet it was more pleasant for me to see him young and promising than sleepy and fucking. Over the years, he was not the first.

And recently came from him the SMS – “Sorry, I was wrong.”

And here's what to do - there's a zigzag what - whatever you do - it's all fucking. And I do not want to communicate and do not communicate - a person will disappear.
It is already gone, chess. I do not communicate with such.
Do not binge, do not borrow from friends. Keep the friendship.