Аlone with yourself

I agree that not all people turn into scum as they get rich, but I also note that not everyone shows the kind of who they really are, hiding behind charity events, generous donations and sweet smiles.

Personally, I never intended to get rich. Although, I suspect, that a child could dream of wealth. But in the period of understanding things, never rushed to the third group of humanity, because early began to realize the fee for wealth. Houses, car Park, villas, Bank accounts can not take with you, it's not something for which it is worth living, it should not be the goal itself, as an addition and a means to achieve the goal – Yes, but not the goal itself. Money should be enough, like everything else, but so that You manage your finances, not they You. So that self-esteem does not turn into "ambition", so that the mind was bright, and not poisoned by delusions of grandeur and a passionate craving for profit. So we passed by his old friends, and continued to maintain fraternal relations, transferring them from the trenches of the fields of combat in the harsh reality of the peaceful destruction of personality.

A three-pointer

– Yes, I I know you, you were never a man.

– What are you talking about? And why then so much years lived with me?

– Out of pity, nothing more.

– You're not grateful.

You're right, and I got smarter, I'm leaving you, goodbye!

And, slamming the door, my ex-girlfriend took the pre-collected bags of things and left me in splendid isolation with all the debts, problems and hardships accumulated over three and a half years of life together.

The phone rang.:

– Dear, have a conscience, two months, the rent is not pay for me, what with the police to come and throw you out like puppies?

– How inappropriate, flashed in my head.

Hello, you decided to pretend to be dumb, with me, this will not, today, Tuesday, Thursday if you don't bring me the money for the apartment, we will spend the night at the station, and the tube was frequent small beeps.

I will briefly introduce you to what is happening in my life, why and why. The fact is that four years ago, in my last year at the Institute, I met a charming girl Ira. She did not reciprocate me, but then somehow still began to occasionally look in my direction and after six months of my courtship, she gave up. However, she surrendered the next day after a casual acquaintance with my parent. I walked her to the bus stop, and at that time my father in a black tinted Executive car with flashing lights, drove by and exchanged a few words with me on the occasion. He then worked as a driver during the administration, but by the will of fate in this moment oversaw Intern and with an official threw me from the back seat short:

– Hi son, I'll drop by tonight.

Although he came home without that every day strictly to twenty hours seven minutes, after we were transported to local "bumps".

Irina lupala eyes and didn't understand what was happening. And not to spoil the impression I did not tell her that my dad is a simple driver, but only tactfully explained:

– I would not like to give publicity to the places, positions and salaries of their relatives, let's not talk about them, they are all good, but how things will develop in our country, it is much more interesting!

And events began to develop so rapidly that late mutual love of my darling proved itself more than make up for all the lost time.

– You have me so nice, she said every day, despite my application to achieve all by yourself without the help of relatives.

– Of course, you're right, we can do it ourselves and will not required, you are such a good girl.

For about a year we met in parks and cinemas, spent time with friends or in rented apartments, and then I rented a Studio on the outskirts of the city in which we lived until now.

She worked in some spa-salon, I spun as I could, enough for life, as well as enough for loans such purchases as fur coat girlfriend, cool phone, expensive jewelry and, finally, the main fiasco of our relationship, after which I was thrown – a car loan for half a million, decorated naturally for me.

– We are not suckers who have to drive old, cheap cars, – supported me my love. The driver's license of the two of us was only my faithful, so who to make a purchase the question was solved somehow by itself.

And now, returning once, to go home early and finding your girlfriend with a young man of pleasant appearance and muscular figure I, according to the scenario in such situations, provoked a scandal.

To tell me no one is not particularly sought, and after a short time of our last conversation with his beloved, I threw a last "goodbye»:

You're right, and I got smarter, I'm leaving you, goodbye!

Well. So I was left alone in an empty Studio with a bunch of unpaid loans, debts on the apartment, a sour mine on his face and with a huge life experience that teaches fools.

***

After selling my beloved father's "Volga", paying off my debts for the apartment and paying off some small loans, I moved back home to my cozy room of nine square meters, where the gates to adulthood opened so carelessly.

In the evening at the table the mother tried in vain to keep back the tears, sister and then shook her head, not raising anyone eyes, like something crying and wondering my reasoning, and my father alone, "finished" a bottle of vodka, watching and releasing the soul of his own car, which was proud of and guarded as a friend.

As time went on, I worked slowly stretched with debt. So, getting a regular wage with a small bonus, after deduction of all monthly payments I found in the pocket a little more than three thousand rubles.

And so somehow I wanted female affection and warmth, for a little while, at least for one hour.

Open the Internet, look, call. Meets a nice young girl voice.

– Hello, girl, this situation, there is an urgent need for your services, will you help?

– Good evening, why not, we will help, with pleasure, to You when it would be convenient?

– Mmmmn here would have to soon. And where are you that with the payment, there is simply not specified, or I looked, not being able to take my eyes off Your photo.

– The price is right under the photo, three thousand rubles an hour, and I live on…

– A three-pointer, damn it, even a little released. In addition, the calculation was a maximum of two and a half, it turned out that this cute girl with an angelic voice lives outside the city, not very far, but still.

– Priezhaite You like – handed alluring voice, so I almost lowered my pants. – Want, I will send You a taxi driving will be my friend, can in the way to find out from her about me that as a Yes.

Including transport I flew my saving a three-pointer and all that remained in the pockets for the little things. But damn it, she convinced me.

– Pla

Barely thirty minutes, I from an unknown number quietly whispered the girl:

– The carriage is ready, please come down.

Ten minutes passed in silence, then the girl behind the wheel playfully looked at me and gently said:

– If you have something you want to ask, feel free to ask, I know my friend a lot about her stories.

– And You, excuse me, have been working in the same team?

– No, I work in the month flooded, that a friend offered to drive yet, so I agreed, the extra pe

– That's right, not too much. How often do you go out like this?

– No, at all one-two, Ah when three times in week here are. I actually have a friend on the volume is not focused, it is not so over used....QB, on the road a lot, she's a slut, but honestly to say – it's amazing.

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