Husband's on his ears, phones are silent

I talked to a realtor I know the other day:

- Did you ever find any "bad" apartments?

- We've had some. But you know, a really "unique" one came across this year.

- And how is it unique?

- Usually the problem with an apartment is in the sellers or peculiarities of the design. Well, once in a while, external factors come into play. And here ...

Anyway, a woman came, asked to help sell an apartment, inherited from his grandfather. Relatives a whole year trying to agree to sell - not sell, and finally decided - even an agreement between them have signed that all agree.

During the conversation it turned out that till his death grandfather did not want to move anywhere in spite of a carload of possibilities, connected with his post - he loved the place and asked his children "to keep the apartment". But the heirs have other interests.

And then - mysticism. There is no other way to say it. If you don't see it with your own eyes, you won't believe it.

The apartment is not particularly liquid, gave a junior employee by experience. That does not have time to prepare and place the ad - was hit by a car, fractures, hospital, a cast for a couple of months. Anything can happen... I handed the ad over to another employee. She places the ad, two days later, her father dies in Barnaul. I have to fly to bury him, plus deal with the inheritance. Already starting to get very nervous. I gave the third employee, the most competent - she works for me since the 1st year of the institute, I took her as a young apprentice. Three days passed, there were even a couple of calls to the apartment. And then she disappeared. At all. In the truest sense of the word. Husband's on his ears, phones are silent. Two weeks later she receives a letter by e-mail with a request to forgive me and to understand that she was coming back from work in the evening, and in a store she met a man she had been in love with for 10 years, in spite of her marriage. She left everything and flew to Turkey with him, cutting off her phones. She was 35 years old and had two kids. I can forgive, understand - I do not know....

Took care of that miserable apartment on her own. I think you remember when I got discharged from the communal apartment? Well, that's it... 4 years later I was hospitalized after I took care of it myself.