Human greed

It was a hot summer outside, it was so hot in the daytime that it was simply impossible to sit still. Zeki were saved as best they could, who sunbathed on the deconstructed stools, who even pulled out the whole outboard, everywhere there were couples and threw them into backgammon, there were also scholars in chess, but very few.

Once out on the street one day to stretch my back, I noticed under the tree of Gruzin who played with the athlete from our same compartment. By that time, I already knew Georgina perfectly, but Geshu, the river-giver never noticed in passion. After observing for a while playing, he noticed that Gesha was just a child for Gruzin and he beat him with the same ease. There was nothing left to ask Izzy, Gesha's best friend, why he had suddenly gone mad. As it turned out, Georgians just pursued him for several days, pinning him that he was an obtuse athlete and all that he could do was pull the bar and eat. As Gesha did not tear off his head, the mind can not be understood. In the end, he got it out by reproaching that every self-respecting prisoner is obliged to play gambling, so that his winning or losing participant can contribute to the "obshchak". Sneaky son of a bitch! As a result, Gesha still agreed to lose him 300 hryvnia. And so it happened, having lost three hundred, Gesha closed the backgammon,
"Are you happy now?" Gesha asked calmly and added. "And look for your place in another compartment, so that I accidentally turn your head away."

On the same evening, Georgina was not in our compartment. And two days later, he just persuaded to play a guy who just came to the barracks. All would be nothing, but the boy's mother fell ill and could not come until the end of the month. Georgians did not want to listen, he demanded his money, and wanted to spit on all sorts of illnesses. We then broke off with Gesha, the rest was added by the banker. Gesha took the money and went to pay to Gruzin, but when he saw his malicious smile and the question:

-And when will you pay, -productive voice did its job.

The blow from Gesha was like a hammer, weighing a ton. On Gruzin and water poured, and so pumped, did not help. It was necessary to someone to run to the dignity of the part and inverted with three boxes, beg for ammonia.