Igor was a good programmer. The girls in the office prayed to him. He would quickly sort out problems, fix everything, and then they would be tapping on the keyboard again, not with their fingers.

Igor is 28 years old. He had time to go to the army and graduate from the institute. In general, he is a good guy, but he is not getting married.

Mom is especially worried about this. “It’s already the third decade, Igor!” – Olga sighed, starting another conversation. “And when are you going to bring a bride into the house?” “When I have my own house or apartment, then I’ll bring her in,” Igor usually replies.

“But where is it nowadays?” – his mother shakes her head. “We can’t help you buy a place to live, son. You see, my father and I have pennies.

We worked all our lives and earned nothing. It’s good that we got this three-room apartment from the factory. But we don’t get anything for nothing.

Son, we didn’t get it for nothing either. We left our health at that chemical plant. Mom, I misspoke, I’m sorry.

Of course you got that apartment by right. I mean, we don’t have that now. You have to take out a mortgage.

I went to the bank and they turned me down. They said my income was low and I didn’t qualify for a mortgage. That’s life now, just and sighs mom.

They themselves in the bondage of the young are driven into bondage with this mortgage. And maybe it’s good that they refused. Well, we all live together, the apartment is big.

You have a spacious room.” Yes, everything was like that, but Igor wanted to live on his own. Although he realized that with this job nothing would change in his life.

No, as a good programmer he had a couple or three other part-time jobs. But that was kind of illegal, and he didn’t make millions. Getting into a mortgage means cutting himself off from everything.

And he is young, sometimes you want to invite a girl to a cafe, and walk with her. One day he met a friend from school. They ran into each other at the supermarket…