Sunday morning. A call. - Pasha hello, did you find out? - Yes, hello. -Listen, I have a problem with the floors here... I know someone I know, Andrei. Well, as an acquaintance, we meet once every two or three months. Andrei is young enough (just over 30), he has a wife and two children, one of whom is very young. He earns by Ryazan standards very averagely. 30-35K/month.
Taking into account the children and wife of the sitting at home, the money seems to be in the back of the line. And now he is tired of living in rented huts. Well, not his own, and all here. I searched, searched, searched...and found it. It's a wonderful house, even if it's on the outskirts of town. The guy is smart. Advice? Pfft... I'm not stupid myself, I'll handle it.
In short, he got into a mortgage, took 1.7M of money and bought it at the end of February, and moved. A month passed. And the bootstraps! The underfloor is flooded with water. I climbed in to see if the floors were rotten. The sewerage system stoppe