Your neighbor was the last scum. Well, that's how he was perceived. There wasn't a day when he wasn't criticizing the way you parked, cracking bad army jokes, or judging your taste in music, banging on the battery as soon as the clock struck 10 p.m.

In all other respects, relations with him did not differ in any way from those of ordinary neighbors.

Until your faucet breaks in the kitchen, and he is the first to agree to help you "Out of kindness." Of course, continuing to radiate the aura of a disgruntled grumpy neighbor in everything.

"In our time, cranes could stand still forever and work perfectly, but now, nothing is going well." He mumbled some old grandfatherly phrases under his breath while he was repairing the faucet, which you tried to ignore