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About real friendship
There was one guy in our company, his name was Pashka. He worked as a programmer and could sit for days writing programs. He could eat, smoke and even sleep at the computer. Well, at least you had to get up to the toilet, otherwise it would probably have grown to your workplace. And he really loved his job, spending a lot of time on it.
Contrary to the popular belief about such people that they are supposedly unsociable, our friend was a very sociable and open person. If it was possible to pull him out somewhere, he easily became the soul of any company, despite the fact that he practically did not drink.
It was always fun with him – Pashunya knew a bunch of anecdotes and curiosities. And how he knew how to show demotivators in their faces! In this he had no equal.
But he didn’t have a girlfriend, even though he was a pretty cute, kind, smart guy and, again, teetotal. Anyone who appeared on the horizon of his personal life preferred to leave as soon as possible after learning about his “close friendship” with the computer. However, this did not upset him much.
This is how time passed, until one day he decided to leave our Taganrog for other lands. He was silent about his decision for a long time and did not say anything to anyone until the farewell party.
We were all, of course, sad that our friend was leaving. Nevertheless, we sincerely wished him the best of luck.
VK user
Pavel moved to Kaliningrad. Living in a new place, he switched to the social network VKontakte, but he did not delete the account in our Taganrog group either and periodically went out to chat with us. I asked him to add me as a friend on VKontakte. However, he refused, explaining that he needed this social network only for work.
For me it was strange and unusual – well, how can you communicate at work through the social network? Although you never know, maybe I don’t understand something. I did not insist.
After a while, Pashka wrote that he had a girlfriend and that everything was fine with them. Her name is Ira. Only he did not upload photos – neither joint nor his own. But there was no reason not to believe him. So we were only glad that he had finally found his destiny, and drank to their happiness.
Some more time passed. Life went on as usual. Each of us had our own joys and problems, work. When they got together, they often remembered Pashka. Once they wanted to call, but it turned out that no one bothered to write down his phone number.
Guardian angel
And then one night I was awakened by a message from the social network from Pasha, which came to my mobile phone. I read his short “How are you?” and was about to send him because I decided to talk so late, when I suddenly felt an unpleasant smell.
As it turned out, I forgot to turn off the gas and the pot on the stove was already starting to burn. Having eliminated the danger, I thanked him, saying that he wrote on time and saved me from the fire. To which he replied: “Contact!”.
There was one more case. Our mutual friend Nikolai, returning home at night, approached the road crossing. At that moment he received a message on his mobile phone: “How are you?”. He stepped back from the road to answer.
At this moment, a car takes off at great speed, turns over, encountering a curb, and crashes into a wall. If Nikolai had not moved away, he would have simply been killed.
After discussing these two cases when we met, we jokingly wrote to our Savior, whether he had become a psychic or a seer. He answered us with laughing emoticons.
In the same year, when all this happened, Stepa from our company had a business trip to Kaliningrad. But he didn’t manage to meet Pavel – he was offline all the time, but he couldn’t find it.
Pasha + Ira
Riding by taxi to Khrabrovo, Styopa saw wreaths and plaques on the pillar. From one of them the smiling face of Pashka looked at him, and from the other – a girl named Ira.
As the taxi driver told him, this guy flew to Khrabrovo several years ago. Coming out of the airport, he saw that a group of thugs was sticking to the girl. Peren stood up for her, but the forces were too unequal. This is how Paul met Irina, with whom he shared eternity.
This is mysticism, friends. This incredible story of true friendship proves once again that not all the mysteries that take place in our world have been solved yet.
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