We bought a townhouse in the suburbs of Toronto. I decided to move, but eventually I had to sell it. All because of the neighbor. The case was so.
When I first came home, I found a car in my driveway.
“Nothing terrible.“I thought I called the neighbor.
“Is this your car?” I asked him.
“Yes my own! I will keep her here!” He answered loudly.
I opened up, blocked his car and began to evaluate the situation.
A few minutes later, the neighbor said, “Immediately drive your car away or I’ll call the police!”
I did not react. Within an hour, the mentions come and say to me:
“Well, of course you are right, but anyway, you shouldn’t call the police on such occasions.”
“Yes, I didn’t call you. It was he who called.” I declared.
“Oh shit, it is true! A shit at all!” The police officer said and forced the neighbor to remove the car from my site.

A few days later, a neighbor demonstrately brought his dog onto my lawn.
I asked him to clean up.
“I have full right! You will be angry, I’ll call the police!” He declared
I sent it to the cock, in English, of course.
Then everything repeated. The same man came and said:
“Well, of course you are right, but anyway, you shouldn’t call the police on such occasions.”
“Yes, I didn’t call you. He called it. And what to do in such a situation: he will not allow me or you to live in peace?” I ask
“The next time, we’ll give him a fine for a false call.The police officer promised.

It was a sin, I could not stand. The next day, when the neighbor came out into the yard, I showed him the facts.
Nearly in the aftermath. Almost because the policeman came to him right away. Apparently he began to write a fine, because there were screams and motherhood. In English, of course.
The neighbor took me by in handcuffs in the police wreck. He shouted something to me, and I could not stand up again and asked a police officer I already knew:
“It should be, and it looks so decent! How many people did he kill?”
The policeman struck me and they left.

Interesting logic is to rename Sberbank to Sber because it is so called in the people. Well then change the names of the police officers to ments, the police departments to garbage, or at least the president to the tsar.

I go to the pharmacy:

Hi, please tell me, do you have a Suspension?

It is over, there is powder. 15 rubles a piece.

Give me 10 pieces.

There is a suspension! and 8 pieces.

- Well, give 8 suspensions and 2 powders.

Oh, I was wrong, there are 6 suspensions.

Then give 6 suspensions and 4 powders.

There are only 2 powders left.

Give it all.

We talked in the office about stepmakers, fitness trackers.

The colleague:

- Oh you know, and in our house a guy is walking, so he was out in shorts in the summer and he had a fitness tracker on his foot. I think the steps are better...

In the conversation involved a visitor (I work in the jur. The Company):

- Mademoiselle, when I was released from the UDO, I also wore this tracker for a year. You better not get to know him.

Jealousy is a very silly thing, and pushes people to do strange things. I remember a story that happened 10 years ago when I still had a home phone.

The morning, at 9 o’clock. I sleep. The call. I wake up and answer. I have to say that I am a convinced sheep, and I am stupid. Then there was a strange conversation.

and allo.

A second shocked silence in the telephone, then a wicked female voice:

You are who? ! to

She is Diana.

What are you doing at my house? ! to In the anger of the grandmother.

I look back in amazement, convinced that I am exactly at home. Gradually comes: the man did not get there. I’m going to say, “You’ve got the wrong number,” but I’m not going.

Where is the husband? The cry of the lady.

In the shower, I automatically answer.

Because my husband was actually in the shower at the time.

The grandmother begins to shout in the sense that she will come and find out my shameless eyes, break my terrible cheek and tear off my curved legs. I throw the phone. I am not a messiah forced to educate. I go back to bed, I instantly fall asleep... The phone call. I go back and pick up the phone again.

Are you still here, shit? The same grandmother.

You see, it was stupid to repeat the call. My brain couldn’t check where I was calling. Adrenaline was disturbing. And again threatens my crooked legs and scary cheeks. I even felt a sense of sympathy. Probably, the lady was somewhere on vacation or on a business trip, called her husband in the morning, and he is in the shower, and Diana answers someone.

I manage to interrupt the stream of her threats with a loud cry:

What number are you calling?

What is? The grandmother appears.

What number are you calling?

Grandma calls the number, it does not coincide with my one number.

Wrong the number! I scream at the phone and call my own.

Do you think she calmed down, got to her? by Her.

“It’s strange,” he said in a suspicious tone. I could not be wrong. So what are you doing at my house?

Then I exploded and shouted:

Fuck your husband! I will marry him at all! Because you’re in bed, he said. Go to Fuck. And you know what? Your feet are wrong!

I throw the phone. A man looks out of the bathroom and asks:

Who are you fucking with?

With all of you, fucking. I rise.

I turn off my phone and go to bed.

I don’t know if the psychic condition allowed Babie to check the number she picked up. Maybe my fucking husband has arrived.

The man! If you’re reading this, I’m sorry, of course, but it’s your wife’s fault: let me call you at 9 p.m. Do not call before morning. You are married psychically.)

Calls a friend who works in a Chinese company in Moscow:

We are moving to a new office!

What’s wrong with the old man?

“The main company was tired of receiving losses reports from us and they sent a Feng Shui specialist to solve our financial problems. That couple of months spotted around the office, looked at the maps and delivered a verdict – “the office in the center is bad, a lot of poor energy. The office should be in the south.”

What is the problem, what are you worried about?

"I live in the north and now I have to drive twice as long and further, even if I quit.

- Don't think, you can't be fired from a financially successful company with huge prospects.

I work as a technical specialist in a small office. There is a shortage of hotels. Thinking about how to increase income, I agreed with the boss that if I bring clients he will pay me an additional 10% of the profit from that client.

And here literally after 2 days a client calls me on a personal phone: "Hello! You installed and configured the equipment by Maria Ivanovna 2 weeks ago, can I also?"

I say “no problem.” Talk to TZ. I give the address of my office. I warn the boss that the customer will come for the equipment.

He comes, pays the bill, 40,000 net profit is obtained from it. At my reasonable question about paying me money from this account, the boss answers: "No, it is not you who brought him, but he called you, there will be no prize."

After that, I realized that I needed to bypass the office to look for additional income.

Two options.

You have to accept it or accept it as it is.

"I will tell you in secret that I serve in the police because I find this service very important!"

A year in 2015 or 2016 I was driving from work on the subway and in the area of Izmailovo station I got a woman beggar with a child in my eyes - a boy who appeared to be about 8 years old hanging on a woman in a backpack kangaroo, in which only babies are worn. And the boy was hanging like a cloth - the fingers and legs were just chatting in the air. Although the child himself did not sleep and was with half-open eyes, he did not react to the surrounding environment. It was a very strange picture that should have caused some suspicion. But, strangely enough, in the whole wagon nobody even got upset, and many even sympathized with the money.

I have probably seen beggars with children many times before. But I never attached special importance to this - they use their children for money - bad people! And all that, my interest in them disappeared. And here I was just stunned. At that time, I didn’t even know anything about kidnapping children, about pumping them with drugs and alcohol. But when I saw that boy, I just felt terrible anxiety and fear.

After that, starting to be interested in this topic on the Internet, I went to the organization "Search for missing children". From them I learned a lot about the real origin of such babies and their likely future fate.
A few months after that incident in the subway I could not live peacefully. I thought about that child every minute. I was depressed by the thought that a little prisoner was taken a few centimeters away from me and needed help, but I didn’t help. I did not even try to help. I looked at him stupidly, like a sheep from a flock of lambs... I felt involved in this terrible story, and the feeling of guilt did not leave me for a second. And I promised myself that I would never be able to pass by again if I saw something like this.

A few months later, when I was again passing by the subway in the area of Izmailovo station, a man and a woman entered my car, asking for help in their difficult life and give them a piece of bread. They had a three-year-old boy in their hands. He was sleeping. I turned on the camera and followed them, filming them begging. At the station Izmailovo they went out and headed to the exit. I defended them, I ran to the police and asked to inspect these people urgently. I referred to the fact that they were engaged in begging, which is prohibited in the subway, and I have video evidence. I also that I suspect that the child in their hands needs help because it behaves strangely, or maybe it’s not their child at all. In general, everything according to the scheme, as recommended on the site "Search for missing children".

Of course, the policeman walked away from me. According to him, he is responsible for what is happening in the turnikets, not in the cars. And in general, he sees no need to check the documents of those people, as they do not seem suspicious to him. In general, while I was explaining with this donkey, the couple disappeared. I was just shocked that having a chance to save someone’s life, we missed that chance because of a lazy security guard who didn’t care.

Having lost all hope of helping that child, I decided to stay and at least complain to that policeman. I called 112, described the whole situation, the data of the police. In the future, this call decided a lot, because even a simple call to the hotline of the rescue service is a statement that is officially accepted and registered, and from which it is not easy to go away. Then I called the Search for Missing Children, where I was informed about further action.

It wasn’t 5 minutes after my call at 112, as that police officer runs to me and begins to whisper – said, why you called there, why complained, what I had to do in yours, go, the police chief is waiting for you. There, at the station, I was taken to their small police department, where their chief seemed to be sitting. He also began to read about the fact that it is not good to call the rescue service - why, because there are they - brave keepers of order, it was just necessary to approach him personally, and in general they know about the problems with such beggars, but can not influence them, because there is no evidence. That mess lasted for 10 minutes until I stated that I didn’t care and I would write a complaint about them. The headman took a heavy breath, gave me a sheet of pencil, and the one who brought me told me to bring the couple with the child here. And here I just swallowed! You understand, they are police officers, know perfectly what they are and where to look for them. Just this villain whispered about the fact that they are here beggars chasing in the sweat of the face and can not catch, but himself knows who they are and where they live. As soon as they felt the heat in their ass, they instantly found them!

After 10 minutes in front of me in the cage, this couple was sitting with the baby. What I didn’t hear about that night.

There was also an inspector for minors. The couple were taken to the department, the child was taken to the hospital. My mission seems to have been completed, but in the Search for Missing Children I was immediately warned that if I do not appear to the police with a statement after the arrest, the beggar will simply be released, and maybe the child will also be given, and everything will start again. So the next morning I came to the police station and wrote a statement. Then I was called another couple of times for interrogation, identification of criminals (so, probably, this is called). As far as I know, the man was sent to prison, the woman was deported to Ukraine, the child was still in the hospital, because he had a disease.

For me, this story was just a shock. I, a man who had never even seen the police station from the inside, that evening wrote statements, mocked, tried to get justice. And I was most shocked by the hopelessness of this nightmare. When some haters use and kill children for money, while others hide them and hide their ass in every way. There was some ugly feeling in my heart and I don’t even know how to convey it. It is a relief that the case is closed. One stone fell from the soul, but another appeared in the soul. And even harder. My first thought was then to get away from this hideaway and never get wet in it again. I am amazed at how courageous and strong in spirit are those who devote themselves to such a struggle every day. People from the organization "Search for Missing Children" do this every day.

He poured his coffee on a new carpet. Please tell me how to wash off blood spots.

I once described a typical new building in the style of horror:



The house will be handed over, the dirt will be asphalted. Below will put a playground, with such a combination of colors as if it was designed by a stubborn clown under ecstasy - red, yellow, salad, all as incompatible as possible. The children's playground will be fitted with passes that will be parked immediately. In general, all the free space will be occupied by cars and when you look at the courtyard from above, you will see a playground in the car fence. They will stand on both sides of the road so that when the car passes between them in the evening, there will be ten centimeters left to the mirrors of others on the left and the right.

Then on the first floor will open the first spill store, its name will be as a designer, collected from the words "chamber", "sliding" and "bir". A little later, this spill will be supplemented by a pharmacy, with such a giant poisonous green neon cross, as if the apostle of the new faith it would shine in the windows of the second floor.

Then the providers will come, entering the entrance, people will attack the glossy leaflets rolling under the mailboxes with a red text on a yellow background - "Don. Internet and TV from 599 r. per month. In the morning the cleaner will carry them out, but every day they will build up again, not even a cardboard box nearby will help, because nobody will pick up the leaflet that fell out of the box from the floor - the maximum will be placed on the top of the metal.

The improvement will be represented by a lawn, which will be flanked by a green fence. The lawn itself will be a lukewarm buryan with large brown blades. Chaotically, the "trees" are scattered on it - metric sticks of an incomprehensible variety, year after year they will not grow, remaining the same, only half of the "stock" of the palate is carefully painted with white paint.

Over time, the patch on the facade will crack across the entire height and start to peel away in places, the house will look like a hard untreated egg.

Places in the courtyard will cease to catch and cars will begin to park in the desert nearby, in the off-season from their wheels will be visible long dirty stripes, in the summer they will turn into dust.

Dust and garbage in general will be the satellites of the area, because the developer will make open urns. Dogs will dig in the garbage and after the snow will melt the whole lawn will be in their shit.

And it forever.



Over time, they will create a group in the UK, initially there will be asked to drop the contacts of the masters and ask where to buy the laminate, but then the group will begin to fill up photos of cars blocking the road or standing on the sidewalk. At first everyone will be outraged and slandered, but then someone will say, “I’m coming after work at 23. Physically there is nowhere to get up, sometimes yes, I park on the sidewalk, but I always leave a place for pedestrians,” someone will support, “not everyone has money for parking, you know!!"A girl will ask which clinic the house belongs to, but her message will not be noticed.

Then the grocery store at the bottom will be closed, instead of it, two bright letters of CB will burn. Someone will try to open a private kindergarten in the basement, the stamp will consist of red letters on a yellow background, and the descent will be covered with blue polycarbonate. Over time, the sticker will blossom, and polycarbonate will crack from the bottle thrown from the top, in the winter, the water will drop, forming it in steps to the left. Periodically, workers will throw yellow sand on the trouar, which in March will form a brown jelly - sometimes the UK will mix there salt and then on the whole shoe will be visible ash divides on the edges.

The facade will stretch air conditioning tracks - black stripes, pulled by hamsters to the wall in the shape of the letter G.

In the chat, meanwhile, the girl will joyfully write that she takes everyone on the shugaring and invites to sign up on the spikes to her. This post will look dark at the owner of a beauty salon with the name, which for some reason resembles the name of a stripper.

Over time, the environment will begin to flood inside people - the task for the evening is always one: somehow to park (or back up and leave the phone), run into the entrance (on the sides do not watch) and turn on the series, listening to the compulsory advertisement "Azino777". At first, the result will not be noticeable, but then someone will say, "I don't need your yard, I don't look at it - I don't have time, I come back from work and go home. The main thing in the apartment is the layout and place, and all of these are your courtyards without cars for thieves and hipstots.

xxx: The mask in mass mode is an indicator of the status. Wearing the right mask, you are no one. A mask under your nose – you have some power. No masks, you are an elite.

YYY: Yesterday I visited Five, the whole was hit by the elite, there was a power in the box, and only I and a couple of other people were nobody.

I have three questions: Why is the desert in Agly a dessert? Why is the desert called the Sahara? Why is sugar called sugar sand?

Which day is your diet now?

We approach the building where the bowling is located. The time in the area is 23 hours, we doubt whether they work. At the entrance administrator, we address her.

Hello, what are your working conditions?

We work until the last customer.

Great, then we go in!

Unfortunately, the last customer has left today.

It is not holy, it is what I live.

How to get rid of a “single mother”

We have some friends, a family couple, Anna and Oleg. They are just forty and have no children. No, they are not childfree, becoming parents did not allow health. When it became clear that Annie would not have children, Oleg said that for a happy life he needed only a wife, and you can live well and without children. What they do. To be honest, I think their life is ideal. They travel a lot, do sports, and are very happy. Everything in their lives is thought out to the details, whether it is a dinner or a trip to Machu Picchu. There was only one thing that overshadowed their lives. Follow the words of Anna.

I was looking for a new apartment for a year. Coming side by side with the alkas, the main criterion was the presence of adequate neighbors. Finally we found the perfect apartment, cornered, last floor, bottom of a pair of age and newlyweds in a neighboring single house. They made repairs, moved and lived two years in peace and agreement until the neighbors had a child and they sold the apartment. There was a young mother with her daughter, 4 years old. And here begins hell. From Monday to Friday, the mother wept at her daughter, the daughter wept simply because she wept at her. It all lasted for hours to three nights. In the weekend, the girl was fused somewhere and a continuous girlfriend began. After all the threats from our side, the music slowed down, but the “horse” rust became even louder. In the morning, they were singing. Only I was able to fall asleep as I jumped up from the lengthy “Ugnaya, Ugnaya”. There is nowhere to go, hell, there is space. No walls or doors. I have already started repairing that I love so much.

Then she took the dog. A small one, whirling and terrifyingly loud. And to all this weapon added a crackling, this is the kind of sound that this spitz made. I was already accustomed to the bull of garbage bags that this mother-hero left for the night in the tamper, but one day I got stuck in the shit. After a deep night, Mommy slept until lunch and, of course, she didn’t come up with anything better than sending the dog to a walk in the tambour. Now, even in the morning, we had to go out with special caution, a small spitz so longed to sink into our guests. He scratched a couple of times. Like in the multicast. Our cat walks on a luster, around a feather, my husband and I try to catch a small warhead with a destructive charge.

To all the claims there was one answer, I am a mother, I am hard, I am raising my daughter alone. When I asked early to put the child in order to let everyone sleep, the answer was masterpiece: - we have a small apartment, the child has no place to play, here you have no children in a hundred meters, you can take it in the evening. Oh, I dream of doing someone else’s child every night. The tambour was becoming more and more loud. We did not argue at first. When the first package of garbage appeared, I, realizing that it was difficult to live alone with the child, offered her help. But a poof. I have a child, you owe me everything.

Eventually I could not stand and went to the area. He wept, sincerely sympathized with me, said that he could not help anything, but advised one option. Write a complaint to the guardian. I was surprised:

What about guardianship? She is like a child does not beat when the girl is at home, drunkenness does not suit. What was the answer:

If you want to live a normal life, write a statement. The text is approximately like this. This citizen does not work anywhere, is engaged in prostitution in the apartment where the child is. The girl is probably beating, because she is constantly in blue. Please check and take action.

I left the police in anger. I’m not going to write anything, it’s just bad. Better I make sound insulation and generally sleep in the wardrobe, there is no such sound. So I lived a few more months and realized that I was ready not only to lie, for the sake of a peaceful life. I was ready to send a forever strong child to a children’s home, a dog to a circus, and my mom to be shot. I really hated them all. I treat the children well. The nephews dream of staying with us overnight, we set up a tent, look at horrors and have fun. I hated that girl.

The guardianship worked quickly. At nine in the morning on Monday, the commission was on the threshold. I didn’t even go to work and attached my ear to the wall. It was wonderful! Dog fucking in a tambour, a sleepy mommy, a mess in the apartment, a mountain of bottles, after the weekend. I was delighted! I was not ashamed of the drop. The aunt of the guardianship got caught dead. I don't know what they threatened her, but as a result, the neighbor went to work, gave her daughter to the kindergarten and got rid of the dog. And now we have complete silence and complete relaxation. She doesn’t say goodbye to us anymore, well, I’ll survive.

This is the story. I don’t even know if Anna did the right thing. In any case, everyone benefited.

Where can I get my contribution?
You went to the bank, right?
Well yes.
Go to the bank and ask. We have Sber.

2017 year. I hired a girl, a distant relative of our oldest (at the time of work) employee, to the position of a "trade representative on the allocated price", more simply - "VTP". The contract is great, the salary is high, the payment of everything and everything. I do not want to work.

It is necessary to pay tribute, the first half of the year, the girl stepped up, developed the base, increased the volume of sales, paid money to the box office in time, respectively, and the size of her motivation grew.

Then suddenly there is some failure in her head, she collects a decent amount from counterparties in a couple of days and disappears.



Calls are not answered, all attempts to contact by phone through parents and relatives are in vain. Our security guard went to her parents. I told them the essence of the matter, and very polite, without any pressure, agreed to meet with us in the office and discuss together how and what to do next.



The next day, a call on my phone. A man calls, appears to be the husband of our accident and in an official tone (apparently recording the conversation) warns me that if I do not stop the pursuit of the “innocent” (so he said) girl, which, according to him, I want to “throw and take away”, he will file a statement to the police. I know that the girl has no husband. The questionnaire, a copy of the passport, the contract of mat.responsibility and the acts of verification from the contractors are in our hands. I didn’t talk to him, I polently said goodbye, “OK, we’ll see you in court.”



In fact, it went out. Our lawyer filed an application to the police, the court came with a full package of documents. The party did not come and did not provide a representative, although they were notified by all possible means. Of course, we won the case. We were offered a peace agreement: if the debt is paid in full before the end of the year (in fact it was offered a delay of 4 months) - we will remove the charges, but the girl ignored this offer. A criminal case (the amount dismissed is quite large).

A couple of days after the verdict, a call from her “husband” again: “Here is her address (it calls him), go to her and take the money.”

To my question from the section “why does she not come and give money to the box?” the answer was brilliant: “she does not want to listen to anyone and go anywhere, but she will give you the money.” After consulting with the lawyer, he decided not to go anywhere. This could well be the result of subsequent charges of extortion.



The result – the girl has a postponed prison sentence because of a young child, but will sit anyway. Pay the debt too.



And I have the same question: did she (VTP) do all this? She was born with money (related to construction), she was far from a fool (otherwise I would not have taken a job), her salary was very decent, was always paid on time, without delays, so NACHRENA? What’s missing and what’s going on in the head of such “chucks”? Why ruin your life? I am confused...

I stand in the yard of the house near the entrance in the car I dig. A man approaches me and begins to ask for money. Next I am, M is a man.

I’m sorry you don’t have 3 rubles.

No – No

M - Well I see what is, my friends beat me all took away, not a penny at all.



I looked in my pocket for the little stuff I gave him, he left.

I sat in the car and continued to dig in the settings. A knock at the window. I raise my eyes again, this man shows me to drop the glass.

I go down and he says to me:

I'm sorry you have 3 rubles will not be me my wife dropped out of the house...

I-man you approached a different story half an hour ago

M (rotored) - Bl... with me constantly something h... nej happens..))

We are working on the new construction, repairing the electricity after the change of the project. Koreans work on the same floor, laying tiles. I ended my hump, I leave the apartment and go to the household, on the same floor through two apartments, of course, I leave the perforator on the hump. The Korean approaches, points his finger at the perforator and says:

Do not leave.

Yes well okay. I’ll be back for a moment, no one is here.

Do not leave. Sleep with smoke.