You know, it is not necessary for everyone to benefit society. Enough so that it does not hurt.

© Police

One day a young man recognized his teacher in the passage. He approached the old man and asked:

Do you not remember me? I was your student.
I remember you as a third-class student. What are you doing now?
I am teaching.
What led you to this choice?
Not what, but who. and you.
Let me wonder, what was my influence?

Do you really not remember? Let me refresh this in your memory. One day my classmate came to the classroom with a beautiful watch on hand that his parents gave him. He took them off and put them in a box. I always dreamed of having a watch. He did not resist and decided to take them out of his party. Soon the boy approached you in tears and complained about the theft. You looked at us all and said, “Those who took the clocks belonging to this boy, please return them.”

I was very ashamed, but I didn’t want to break up with the hours, so I didn’t admit. You went to the door, locked it, and told us all to stand along the wall, warning, "I must check all your pockets on the one condition that you all close your eyes." We listened and I felt it was the most shameful moment in my short life. You moved from student to student, from pocket to pocket. When you took the clock out of my pocket, you kept moving to the end of the row. Then you said, “Children, it’s okay. You can open your eyes and go back to your sides.” You returned the watch to the owner and did not say a single word about the incident.

That day you saved my honor and my soul. You have not defiled me as a thief, a liar, a child of nothingness. You didn’t even dare to talk to me about this episode. Over time I understood why. Because, as a true teacher, you did not want to defile the dignity of a young student who has not yet formed. So I became a teacher.
Both were silent under the impression of this story. Then the young teacher asked:
Since you recognized me today, did you remember me in that episode?
The old teacher replied:
I also looked at my pockets with my eyes closed.

The idiots, for a year, have been looking for where the air leak on the ISS. Drown her in the ocean and see where the bubbles come from!

When I was a child (about 10 years old) a friend of mine, Max, came to visit me, and we cut the grid with him at C&C. They sat in different rooms.

And at some point, suddenly, his attacks become extremely violent, the harvesters take me down first, then begin to pass through the defense of the main base and take down my "nick" base, which was in the steel at the corner of the map. I can’t stand it and shout disgustingly, “Maaax? “!” With the intonation WTF? ! to “”

In response, I hear the roar of Bati. Max has been home for a long time.

The neighbor complains:

- Ask to go out at night, pay 5000. Nothing was paid, there were violations.

They didn’t find violations, they just didn’t want to pay.

Maybe maybe...

Why are you going out at night?

They pay well!

Once upon a time, after a date with a girl, I ran away from her to my home in order to get time for another epic in LA2.

That day, my mother asked me to buy some shit at the pharmacy, and there were only 10 minutes left before the event.

I go to the pharmacy and see a line of six men in front of me. I think, “Well, don’t let me participate in the distribution of epic bijee.” The clan’s policy was quite unambiguous on such issues.

I take from the shelf what my mother asked and look down on a pack of condoms. I understand that they still need them and dusted, and then at three streams I get up in a row. One of the men (M) turns to me, sees in my hands a packet of Gandons and asks:

M: Are you in a hurry?

How did he know about Raid? ! to »

I am... yes at all.

M – The men! He said to the crowd and they turned around. A guy runs out to a girl! Let’s miss it, or it won’t break down if it’s too late! The case is young...

Everyone broke up, understanding Kiev with the heads and I broke my purchases.

He smiled and ran home to stumble.



P.S Ride was done.

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I had such a classmate. He was constantly injured: then he swung his hand on the ice hole, then he ran away on the slope in the village, and his foot stumbled on the armor. I went to the same doctor all the time. One time the surgeon even asked Lesha’s parents, “When will you get it?”

Aaa: The main thing is that there is no one behind the wheel of the poor car. He squeezes and says, “A few more times and give me a lexus.”

BBB: No, nothing terrible will happen. I will explain why. She sucked you and took your lexus, so you must already suck her out and you can count on her lexus. A loop appears. To rule out the appearance of cockroaches in this column, nature ruled out the heterosexuality of men who believed in the correspondence of the cost to the status of a cockroach.

CCC: Hello to you. I am a professor of applied biology of Voronezh GvPFGU. Please leave your contact details to contact you from the department of research deviations, we are ready to offer you cooperation on mutually beneficial terms.

Ddd: Do not agree, man. Should be placed on the approved table.

No matter what you call politics, it will still be ugly.

Ricochet

It was a long time ago. At the entrance of my acquaintance Katie began to gather teenagers. They drank vodka on the stairs, cuddled loudly, smoked, and, judging by the smell, not only tobacco, but, and not only smoked, cried, junked and all sorts of pigs. They were heard from the first floor to the last. Katya tried to cut them in a good way, saying, here babies sleep, the old people want to rest, and in general people live, would you go to someone's house or at least stop weeping. Of course, she had no success. Young people, smiling, told her that one of them lives in the same entrance, has the right to be there not worse than her, and they are his guests, but on the stairs they like more than in the apartment. Apparently, the parents of this flower of life were not delighted with his friends.

The other would despair. Katya worked as an engineer for years. Young people gathered two floors below. Throwing potatoes into them would be counterproductive, and membership was not part of the catch of intent. She found a dirty but whole plastic bag, filled it with water, tied it up and quietly stepped to the flight. On the third floor, laying their backs on the periphery, two smoked and swallowed, the others next door passed a glass around. Katya targeted and threw a bag into the company. The calculation was that he would not harm anyone, but that pleasure will no longer be, wet citizens in the winter on the staircase will not throw.

But not everything went according to plan. Although in general, Katya was a sporty woman, she did not get above the three in casting. And here her hand trembled, the bag flew past the third floor, knocked on the perimeter of the second and jumped back onto his platform. By chance, a second earlier there came out a neighbor in a training suit - whether he could not stand the scream of an honest company, or just decided to smoke. The neighbor was a mighty, thick-headed man under two meters tall with a tender expression of the face, you will see at night - you will lose your sleep. Katya, who noticed the neighbor after her targeting, watched with horror how the baget flyed past the third straight into his face, whispered something, but behind the screams of teenagers nobody heard her. The meeting of the neighbor with the packet was very effective. There was a sprinkle fountain, at the same time a fountain of pronouncement erupted from the man. Wiping out the straws from the skull, the completely wet neighbor with a roar: “Oh you... so you’re broken! I am you now! I am for you!Purposefully and lightning-bearing, like a bear up a tree, rushed to the third floor, deciding that it was a greeting from the hoppies. Who would think otherwise?

All this happened in a couple of seconds. Katya did not follow the development of events, which took such an unexpected turn, quickly rushed to herself and closed the door to the castle. From the stairs, screams, mat and somewhat exhausting pulling were heard. Five minutes later there was total silence. No more company was there.

The first wave of a pandemic: doctors are trying to convince people that the covid exists.
The second wave: people are trying to convince doctors that there are other diseases.

We had a business :)

I found out that the tires also take the price for the tires. He estimated that the tires are 20-25 thousand rubles. He hired kamaz, stumbled on organizations and picked up tires. I came and weighed. He is given a paper for 22 thousand rubles.

He: And where to get the money? and :)

They: What kind of money?

It is for the covers!

They say to him, “You owe us 22,000.” for the recycling!

xxx: Comrade caught his wife in August, here the main smart.

She went to Sochi alone, so it turned out that he could not accompany her. And there lived her ex, well as 7 years passed, they did not communicate, so the comrade had a strict conversation with her, so that there were no meetings with him, categorically. Everything was okay, she left, a couple of days constantly called, and then she began to disappear, just did not take the phone. When asked why this happened, she replied that she did not take her smartphone to the beach because she was afraid that they would be stolen or that was uncomfortable on the tour.

Karoch, the guy had the opportunity to track the location of the phone and periodically browse it, and in the evening asking how the day went, the data varied greatly. He found the meaning of this former Instagram and checked his posts, with the location of his wife. Well, that is, he fasts there, that he has spent a good time in the mountains, on excursions such as that, he believes, and indeed, by the location of the spouse everything came together or there in a restaurant such as that... But all this as if indirectly, and on the last day, before leaving, the wife was already sleeping in the evening, and on the location went to walk on the shore. The comrade opened online cameras, the treasure in Adler was full of them and found a broadcast along the way of the spouse. The cameras all showed how she went in a hug with this ex and sweetly whirled.

Who is smarter is a big question.



The Cyberpunk we deserve.

For me, the most terrible game was FEAR.

Night, one at home, the lights off, only the lamp above the monitor - all by genre.

The moment when a dead girl appears and stands behind the glass. I think, “I’ll step in front of her and she’ll run away.” I walk, and instead of running away, the girl moves towards me.

Someone’s hand on my shoulder. I am measuring. There is no one at home. The door is locked and cannot be opened from the outside. The cat is in the zone of sight and whispers at something behind me. The head from fear does not turn, the music from the game only complements the picture. The second 10 I sat in total oppressive immobility.

It turned out that the lamp from the table fell on my shoulder. =) is

Xxx: at the age of 8 found the movie "Dolls". was pleased. There it began as a girl sailed on a steam boat, went to lunch, and left the doll on deck. And then big show the face of the doll and she opens her eyes 😳.  I was so scared, I turned off the TV, shaken, hid my doll in the closet and NEVER played in them again and I am still scared, although I am 30 years old.

Yyy: I was probably cleaning the doll in a remote corner at 8 years. Approximately calculated how much time she would need to get to me, when it turned out that the night was not enough for her, she fell asleep. Now it was funny and then it was shit terrible!! Throwing out the doll? You are what! Who to play with in the morning?

Zzz: When I was 5 years old, I was given a toy dog like a long-haired pekinese, who could swallow and at the same time had green eyes. Later I dreamed that this dog with red burning eyes was hunting me. At that time, I was scared by my neighbor’s dog. And all, since then, this beautiful toy went to the room of her parents every night and was locked in the closet, and during the day in the games she performed the most jealous roles. How many years have passed, and I still remember that fear.

The more Gazprom pays fools in Europe for nothing, the more Russians pay fools in Gazprom for nothing.

Just fate

How much, how much? My grandmother asked. Rather, grandmother, but who will waste time on this unnecessary "pr". Grandma, grandmother, we all called her there. Children, grandchildren and grandchildren. I strangled Lenka for a puffy ass. She whispered, followed by Timka, a favorite, a beloved kid, a Yorkshire terrier, just from a dog barber.
- Don't scare my grandmother with the price, - I struck a friend. What is natural for us and not so expensive for grandmother is a shock and an entire fortune.
Did you get the wool? Meanwhile, we could not wait to answer the question, how much we actually paid for the dog to bathe, dry, shave, look in the mouth, ears and eyes and once again told us that it was not a dog, but gold, in the literal sense, "if you want to sell, just call."
What kind of hair? Lenny interrupted my thoughts.
The dog was surprised.
Why Why?
How is it why?
Ba and Lenka looked at each other and clearly thought that one of them had survived from madness and the other was a fool from birth. Grandma looked at me so sympathetically, as if saying, “Where did you find her so dumb, Danya? Beautiful, of course, but dumb as a trap! They don’t know elementary things!” Ba of value found a bunch of shortcomings in all the chosen or chosen of his numerous descendants. Everything changed magically after the wedding. She was already protecting her new mother with a foam in her mouth and I was sure that we should sign up with Lenocka, she will soon become the best granddaughter in the world. So far we only lived together (which my grandmother did not know) and that’s why my girlfriend’s shortcomings were immeasurable. The nonsense has just added.
"How do you not know, sweet, the shoes, the belt can be tied out of wool, although with your cowboy, a thype, not a belt, not a dog, a toy, - the grandmother carefully licked Timka on the head, and he tried to lick her hand.
“Stupid,” said the grandmother, and wiped out her palm on the front, “the dog must sit on the chain, guard the house, and this what? Yes, her chain to the ground will squeeze, any good pinch will squeeze instantly. The ball.
Lenka broke out and already wanted to say something offensive and degrading, but I took her by the hand and said it was time for us. The grandmother immediately drowned, went to the warehouse for cakes, and I tried to explain to my loved one that in the village it is easier to treat animals.
“It’s not a village, it’s just people like that,” Lenocka spoke through tears and pressed Timka to herself even stronger. I wanted to bite him, but the strawberry cried at me, thinking, it was I brought to tears his beloved mistress, whom he was ready to protect until the last moment of his life.
Oh yeah you! And I buy food for you, I also watched your beloved bedside, I reproached Timka and was surprised that he did not whistle on his grandmother.
We don’t need any cakes, we went.
"Lenchik, don't shower, she didn't want to hurt you, she was raised like this: the dog is guarding the yard, the cat is catching mice, and all. Ba said that in her childhood cats were hardly fed, so they did not stop hunting.
It is cruel!
Yes, but it was so. Not from evil, believe me. She just doesn’t understand how a dog can live in an apartment and sleep with us on the bed.
The beloved dissatisfied with his shoulders and said goodbye to his grandmother dry and unfriendly. I thought she would be hurt too, but she didn’t even take her ear. Ba always believed that they are not yet married and can run away at any time and have nothing to pay special attention to the chosen person or chosen person. Few people came to help her with apples. I loaded Lennochka, Timko and three large baskets of apples into the car, kissed my grandmother and we left.
Where are so many apples? My loved one was quietly angry.
- First, let's eat or give, second, they are still lying down, you will baked the cake, - I squeezed a little. the linen and the kitchen didn't fit together and if I didn't have time to cook something, we ate semi-fabricates or went to the cafe. I hoped that becoming a full-fledged housewife, Lenchik would still learn to at least roast potatoes.
- You would have to go to your grandmother for a cake internship, - I joked unsuccessfully and immediately regretted this inappropriate phrase. Lenka was seriously offended and said that if I need a cook, he is a cooking technician and hundreds of chefs for every taste, and she doesn’t hold anyone.
We often quarreled and not just about the kitchen. I loved her and thought that feeling would help overcome absolutely any obstacles. Time has shown that I was very wrong. But until I knew about it, the future seemed to me difficult but interesting, I dreamed of children, of a large and friendly family, of Sunday cakes and trips. And now my beloved girl was there, Timka grabbed her on her knees and the apples smelled so strong and silly that I felt this moment. I don’t know what will happen next, but I’m absolutely happy here and now. Thank all the gods! I have such a capacity – to sharply feel reality and I am really grateful for it, this usually rarely happens to people, and I have so constantly and for an insignificant occasion. Lenka at such moments was even angry at me, she said, well, what such a happy thing is to pin down the fallen leaves or pick up chestnuts or tear apples or sit at the fire. Is it a chic restaurant, rest somewhere in a fashionable resort, there is happiness, and here...
- Lovely, but this is quite rare! I tried to convince her, because both the restaurant and the resort are such moments compared to a whole life and it is more profitable to enjoy the usual moments, they are more common!
I said too! is more profitable! to whom?
to yourself! Imagine happiness right now because we eat pizza and wine, we’re good together, we’re healthy and young, we’re happy.
I went to a restaurant today! I want to feel happiness there, not here.
“Well,” I laughed, realizing that we’re a little bit on the same wave, “you’ll be happy in the restaurant tomorrow.
In any union, someone always has to take the first step in everything, always someone is more tolerant, always loves a little more. Little or very much? It is like luck.
Lena and I broke up exactly a year later, she gathered up things - her own and Timkiny, saying that we didn't match the character - a convenient and polite parafrase of the words: "I don't love you anymore." I humbled myself before her, prayed for her return, guarded her, watched, thought she had someone else and was preparing to beat him and demand satisfaction. He acted like the last fool, like a hopelessly in love fool. It all passed with time, it really heals and two years later I with a light and free soul, one again went to my grandmother to help her with apples.
- Don't go into the bedroom, - so greeted me the loving bar. The bedroom was a small room in her tiny house - there was a grandmother's bed and a couch. A sacred place for me, there was a seriously ill grandfather, there he died and I always felt that he did not leave there, could not leave grandmother alone. I always went into the bedroom to say hello to my grandfather. Sometimes I even felt the smell of his papyrus there.
Why is? I was surprised how much I remember my grandmother rarely forbade anything so strictly.
- Wasenko was sick, - Grandma smelled a tear.
by Vasenko? I had the thought of an absolutely strange man who is sleeping in the place of his grandfather right now, even hiding with his favourite scrolled blanket, which was carefully folded in the bucket and no one, absolutely no one was allowed to touch him. I was so hurt and unpleasant by this betrayal that I couldn’t find anything to say and only asked:
The Vasena?
Thank you, let’s see, what can you say? My grandmother pulled me by the sleeve. I wanted to say that I am not a doctor and that it would be necessary to call a district therapist, and if you need money for medication to this stranger who dared to enter someone else's life, then I will, of course, help if the grandmother so shakes for this stranger Vasenko. I wanted to say all this, but I looked at the sad grandmother, upset and unhappy, put all my claims in my pocket and entered the house.
- Quietly, quietly, Vasenko, lie down, don't get up, - proverb my grandmother, entering the bedroom, and I became so disgusted, so disgusting, that now on the bed, in the place of my beloved grandfather I will see...
A large red cat stumbled into a silent bowl. Even if he could mock something with such a huge wound in his throat. The smell of a rotten cat met on the doorstep and tried to feed me all.
Can I give him a pill? I washed, but it doesn’t help, you see how it hurts?
The cat, in my opinion, was already half-deathed and he didn’t care. He was lying on a claw and a bench, from the wound the pus came, and the cat was burning. “Fire and outside and inside,” I thought.
"Once upon a time I was a beautiful man," I struck the cat, which did not even lead the ear, "you must have a veterinarian, did you go to him?
- How not to be, of course, ran to him, said nothing to translate any shit of medicine, knock his grandmother with pollen, and in the forest cast, so and advised, thrown, - the grandmother suddenly cried, like a small child, loudly, glimpsing, as if the cruelty of this world just now touched her, as there was no long and difficult life.
I started carefully, where did you get it from?
She wasn’t that she didn’t like cats and dogs, they were easy to replace in her world: to feed, to bury, to take another. The scheme was simple and there was no point of "treatment" in it. Not because my grandmother was evil or insensitive, it was just so that she was brought up.
“I came,” she wiped her tears with a clean cloth and said something quietly.
I didn’t hear you, ba.
- Dan, don't laugh only, I saw this Vasenko, I guessed for some reason: I will cure him, my grandfather will wait for me in that world, will not leave, and I will not cure...
Through the purulent smell I smelled papyrus and suddenly the thought came to my mind: "If we save the cat, the grandmother will still live a long time and the grandfather will stay here with her." I immediately blamed myself for it. You can never guess, for nothing. Especially for the dying cat and the beloved grandmother. “No, there is no connection between the cat and the grandmother!” I repeated about myself, trying to change what came to my mind, to change my thoughts, not to crack.
- Dan, - she cried again, already quietly, hopelessly, - Dan, please help.
"There can only help a miracle," I thought and started wondering: the call to the veterinarian, where Tim was taken, a long conversation with the administrator, the refusal - "we do not treat by photo, bring," I answer that they do not bring, they are silent sympathetically. Please call at least any doctor to the phone, I remember the name of Timkin's therapist - my Lenochka's mother-in-law - Elena Andreevna - a cute, pleasant girl, Lenochka even once competed with me. Wonder is wonderful! Elena Andreevna remembers Timka, she absolutely does not remember me, but out of love for my former dog agrees to look at the photos. I send.
Does he have a temperature? She called again, and by her voice I understood it was bad.
He is smoking.
She breathed. I understood it without words - the cat will not survive.
But there is hope? - I grabbed this fragile straw, and my grandmother and I, as two children, began to wait for miracles from the veterinarian, who had not even seen this red Vasenko.
- I don't know, you know that treating by photography is...
Yes, I understand, but can I do anything?
Take a record.
For our happiness, there was everything we needed in the pharmacy and the matter remained small - to do a few injections, wash the wound and hope for the best. I read, animals feel when they are treated, this same red fox felt nothing and beat like a lion, wishing to die with dignity, without needles and washing.
“And I pretended to be almost a corpse,” I said and assessed the consequences of treatment. The cat scratched my grandmother’s cheek, I got deep scratches on my arms, but I wrapped everything that was ordered and went home.
“No, Donetsk, no, don’t leave,” the grandmother was so frightened, as if a seriously ill relative was dying in her house.
Should I do it again tomorrow? Danny, I won’t be able to help anyone.
I took a breath and called for work.
In the morning, I was afraid that I would see a body on an old cloth near the doorstep, I would see a dull fur - dead, pale, I would see a lost grandmother and I would mourn myself for stupid puzzles and thoughts. Fortunately I was wrong. The cat was alive, although it also looked horrible. To the treatment, my grandmother and I prepared thoroughly: we stitched the cat like a baby so that the leg could not move. But this red patient apparently felt a little lighter and with his butt thought to the logical connection: injections and washing = not so ugly, so not only lyed humbly, but even tried to murmur. My grandmother cried again, now of joy. We treated the cat and I went to tear the apples.
I had to wrap the wax for another week. He became stronger, began to eat and wash, and when he was able to jump out of bed and get out into the courtyard, the grandmother bought out a bottle of loving water and we celebrated the cat’s recovery. Vasenko was tired of the injections and when he did not stand and scratched me again, I decided that he was enough and let nature do its job, let this in some places ungrateful and in some places very grateful patient treat himself. My grandmother lived like a sanatorium and I had no doubt that soon all the neighboring cats would be sick: they are waiting for a division of territory and harsh battles.
- You must give this doctor an apple, - the grandmother chose the most beautiful and red apples in the new basket.
“But I’d better invite her to a restaurant, I’d give her flowers,” I laughed.
- It's like you know, and from us and your apple, this is the most vitamin!
If the grandmother decided something, it was impossible to overtake her and I took the apples.
Elena Andreevna at first for a long time refused both the restaurant and the flowers, but the apples took immediately.
- You know, they have such a smell, I will not even eat them right away, I just put them in my room, I will first try to saturate them with the smell, - she so funny and deliciously pulled her nose that I wanted to ask her for one apple. I felt that in her hands they were lightened, became even more beautiful.
"Life is so temporary, I love to enjoy every moment, I try to enjoy it," she told me already at dinner in a restaurant and something in her words heard so familiar and native that I suddenly offered her to come to my grandmother, to admire the apple garden, the autumn flowers and, of course, Vasenko.
Elena Andreevna, Lenochka, was the only person whom the grandmother accepted joyfully and unconditionally immediately, at first glance, not only accepted, but loved and attached with all her soul.
“You will be an idiot if you don’t marry this girl,” the father said to me, adding that such people as her are extremely rare, “and the doctor in the family won’t bother,” he laughed.
She is a veterinarian, I repaired.
“What a difference,” replied the father, “we are all human beasts.
If fate exists, it comes just like this: unexpectedly and unusual. She came to me in the face of a red, wounded cat and in my grandmother’s fears. I could never understand why she adopted that cat, why she did not drive it out and started treating. Later, she could not answer that question herself. Just a destiny.

Author Oksana Nareiko

If you had a million, what would you do?
I would pretend I had nothing.

Grey budnies will flourish if you learn to distinguish 50 shades in them!

“Take a hole and not respect others – all as in school, all as in school, all as in school.”

Walking during the lunch break to the nearest supermarket, I often see my former classmate Vanu. I remember how in the 11th grade he came to us from another school and on the backdrop of common interests quickly fit into our company, which often spent time, in order to consume hot drinks.
However, to stay longer than a couple of months in our group of interests Ivan could not because of the fact that he loved to arrive, but somehow forgot to go to this matter. This behavior was not quite understandable for us, as the money of a person was conducted and according to the standards of the student is quite decent.
As soon as lawful claims were made to the defendant, he immediately concealed his fierce resentment and instantly stopped greeting us for almost two weeks. Further relations normalized, but talks about joint meetings no longer went.
Now, a little more than 10 years later, I meet the hero of this story almost every day, as we work in the nearby offices of the same office building. One day on the way to the store, we had a conversation:

You work as a lawyer, right?
All is so.
My friend has a question, can you help?
Of course, what is the question?
He had to repair the roof a little. As soon as the case came, the advance payment was taken and removed.
Is there a contract?
Yes, there were other papers.
Let him come with all the documents. Let us understand. Can I run the clock at 5am tomorrow?
Of course, and you... how much will it cost? Or by friendship?

After these words, Vanya began to smile, but I pretended not to have heard the last phrase and replied:

- Consultation X rubles, and then it all depends on the case.

Judging by the instantly sleeping smile, Ivan was not very pleased with such a response, but still continued:

I understood. Let me transfer you money on the card through the clock, and with you a consultation.
Without a problem. Keep your card, you can translate it.

After that conversation, I began to anticipate fun. Is it worth saying that I did not receive money either on the day of our meeting or the next day when his relative was supposed to come? I already started to think that I was forgotten, but exactly at the appointed time a man entered the door of the office.

I am from Ivan. Did he tell you about me?
Hi I said.
is excellent. Here are the documents, let me tell you how it was.
Without a problem. I just want to clarify something.
What exactly?
Ivan said he would pay for the consultation, but I did not see the money. I understand correctly that you will pay for my services yourself.
and no. Vanessa had to pay for it.
I understand, but nothing came from him, I have already checked.

After that, a man came out of my office, apparently to call Ivan. In a few minutes he comes back.

Everything is OK. He will pay afterwards.
Wait when later?
When the money comes. How do I know?
Sorry, but only after payment.
What else does this mean?
That means I won’t work until I get paid.
Do you have a conscience? I went specifically to you through the whole city.
You can pay for my work yourself.
A goodbye to you.
All the good.

Hearing my farewell, the man suddenly stood up from the chair, but then stopped for a few seconds, looking me in the eyes, making it clear that for that short moment I still have a unique opportunity to work for him for free. However, without seeing the desired reaction on my face, the client left the office, leaving me proudly alone.
And then, the next day, passing by me on the street, Ivan once again pretends that we don’t know him. I wonder how long it will last this time.

Everything is like in school, Vanya, everything is like in school.