The telephone novel

Although they say that a good person is not a profession, but this little story proves the opposite.

I recently got a new administrator. Young, but quite intelligent and studying at the journal.
Colu, I can easily call a good and decent person and this property often helps him in everyday life.
Once he called out to help the old lady get to the house with a heavy bag from the metro. It turned out that the daughter of the old lady works as a cashier in a local supermarket. Since then, Cole has been loaded with a large discount (for internal use), and a couple of times even in debt.
But this is a little bit compared to what happened to our hero three months ago.

Kolya rushed to work, suddenly a brutal darkened machinery was parked next to him, a round-colored unshaken brunette looked out of it and said with a gentle Caucasian accent:
- Brother, let me call for a short time, or they're afraid to take the phone, they know it's me. Don’t be afraid, it is fast.

Kolya noticed that a couple of brunettes were sitting inside and refused. Especially because hardly anyone will look at his iron-concrete phone, which was not worth more than a tank of gasoline.
And then, Cole was insured – prepared, in case, to take off the Mercedes side mirror, and my administrator runs very quickly...

But fortunately, the round-faced brunette had no plans for Colin's phone and loud screams were heard from the car:
and AL! Yes, this is also my phone, I have a short suitcase. Do not hang the phone. And why? Let’s meet tonight and talk. Come on tomorrow, you hear? For whom do you hold me? For the Dodic?! to
I wasted time and money! This is Kidding! I will find your address and come. Yes, and add coffee – it’s another two hundred and that 2400. Here are such! Ordinary 2400 I advise better not to sound me, let’s meet, let’s sit down, let’s catch up... Listen to the sheep.

The window opened and the black car finally released Colin’s phone with the words:
Here is the sheep, the tubes throw! Thank you brother, good luck to you.

That same evening, Colin's mobile phone suddenly filled up for 2500 rubles, and then came the SMS:

“Dear Sir Arthur.
If you think that any girl with whom you went to the cinema and drank coffee should immediately go to bed with you, then I’m forced to disappoint you – that’s far from the case.

P.S
Say goodbye, don’t call me anymore, I am not worthy of your attention.
You are a very good guy. Although not beautiful, but generous and noble.
I send you 100 rubles more and don’t refuse anything.”

Kolya scratched his neck, sent 2500 rubles back to an unfamiliar girl and wrote:

“I’m not Arthur, but a random passenger who borrowed his phone from him.
This is not my business, but it seems to me that this is Arthur, not the person with whom it is worth sitting on one hectare, and much less spending your money on it. Better buy a new shirt.”

A second call:

But good day. My name is Tatiana. It is rare to meet a noble and decent person. I would like to invite you to the movie, to at least a glance. I have 2500 rubles.

Kolya agreed and Tatiana has been loving them for three months now.