It took me more than 6 months to actually write this.
Wow. Much article. So discipline. Anyway, this time I will write about how the crazy roommate saga ends!
You might be thinking “But, Leandro, I thought you already had finished this story after he got kicked out of the apartment in Part 2!” Well, no. There is still one great final act in the mad theater of a mentally ill roommate’s mind. Not as great as being hunted by gopniki in a park, of course, but still worth telling.
So here we go. Part III. The comeback. The end of the saga!
Why are you talking about a fridge?
Let’s recap the last part of my post about this guy. He had been kicked out of the dormitory apartment, and we were living our happy lives in the freak-free world. Yay! There was just one teeny tiny detail. Remember what I wrote on Part 1? Probably not, but anyway, we had to invite him to a rehab-fashioned meeting, with the whole purpose of convincing him to pay for part of the fridge we had bought for the apartment. This was, of course, so he could keep his food from rotting and all that.
Nonetheless, he did pay for part of the fridge in the end. And we didn’t give his money back when he was kicked out, of course. I guess when there’s a police officer threatening to arrest your roommate you don’t just go like “Oh, dear, the fridge! We must return the fridge money!”.
Just out of curiosity, tell me in the comments, what does a normal, sane, reasonable person does when someone owes them money? Maybe you can knock at their door and give a friendly reminder that you spent some money on a fridge that you are not using, right? Or, in case you are not really talking to the person because you tried to beat them up, and they didn’t really like it, maybe ask a mutual friend to talk with them about it?
How does an insane person say you owe them money?
Of course, only a sane person would try to talk to you, or let a mutual friend know that they want their money back, since the paid for a fridge they are no longer using. Although, if he were a normal person, he wouldn’t try to get some random people to beat you up in a park.
You know what is a much better option when there are no limits to your sense of bizarre? You can accuse other people of stealing money from you. But since the police officer that had threatened to arrest him some 2 weeks earlier, he decided instead that it would be a great idea to spread accusations among my other students and teachers in the university. Isn’t that awesome?
This couldn’t go wrong, of course.
On a beautiful morning after my Russian class, as I was trying to get myself a snack, my Russian teacher found me in the university cafeteria. She asked me, with a very dire expression, to come with her to the dean’s office. On the way, I asked what was going on, and she told me that one of my colleagues had accused me of stealing money from him. You can probably imagine my reaction: I was quite surprised at first, that I thought it had to be some kind of misunderstanding. I didn’t speak Russian very well back then, after all. The teacher’s face, though, showed that I was in trouble. Maybe she had already decided that I am guilty. I tried to explain that I have no idea what she was talking about, but she replied that I would have the chance to explain myself to the university dean.
Indeed, he didn’t try talking to me, or to my roommates, or even to the dorm director. Nope, he made these accusations to my colleagues, and everything went straight to university administration. Because, of course, the dean has nothing else to do or worry about, like managing a department of over 200 students.
Trying to reason with unreasonable people
There I was, in the dean’s office, attempting to clarify the situation, with the crazy guy and the university administration in front of me. It seems he was not expecting that course of events, because when he was asked to explain himself in front of me, he couldn’t say anything at first. Then he started talking. Guess what? It was about the damn fridge money we had to convince him to pay in the beginning. Of course, I promptly explained that he didn’t simply lend me money. Instead, he had paid me for part of the fridge that I bought with my own money for the apartment. He was not able to use it anymore because he was kicked out of the apartment for trying to punch me and then trying to get some gopniki to hunt me in the city park.
So the dean understood that the whole story where I stole money from him was just a lie and let me go. Of course not. Why would things ever be so simple? It’s never that simple. Never. He insisted he wanted his money back. All of it, right away.
We stayed in that room for more than 3 hours. The dean was determined to find a solution that would be good for both parties. So, the three of us started discussing exactly how much I should pay back, since he did use the fridge he had paid for. Technically he couldn’t use it now because he didn’t have the keys to our apartment. Not that I would agree of continuing letting him use it. I didn’t want that crazy guy to have access to my apartment. Defintely not. No, sir.
We had tried to calculate in a thousand ways how much I was supposed to return him. By the end of these 3 hours, both the dean and I were just imploring him to accept my offer of returning 5/6 of the price he paid. But all he could do was cross his arms and said blatantly that he deserved to receive all the money back for his share of the fridge. That is, even though he bought his share with a huge discount. Why he had a discount in the first place? It was the only way we could convince him to buy a share of the fridge. As in, he would rather not use a fridge and let food rot instead of buying a share of one, unless it had a huge discount.
Yes, that makes no sense, I agree. It didn’t stop him from calling his girlfriend on his phone to explain the situation to the dean. You might be asking yourself, “What did his girlfriend have to do with that? HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND?”, which is exactly what I asked myself back then. In that exact order.
At this point, the dean threatened to call the police to sort this out, saying we would both have to write reports about what happened. But, if you might remember from Part 2, the police officer responsible for the dormitory already knew him from that other day when he called the gopniki to beat me up in the park. He not only refused to listen to dean about having the police officer handle the situation, he accused me of bribing the police to threaten him.
This was getting so ridiculous that I could not even be angry about it anymore. I started laughing, but maybe this was a kind of despair laugh, because this guy’s mind was wandering far from reality. The dean’s patience, though, was already over a long time ago. She decided to call a fridge rental company to find out daily fridge rental costs. I kid you not, she actually found a company and called them to find out. Base on their answer, she calculated how much I should pay back. In case you are wondering, it was ₽375.00, or a bit less than $5.00.
Ever thought sharing a fridge could be this complicated? I certainly hadn’t. From then on, I don’t share fridges with anyone, not even loved ones. They can buy their own fridges if they want to, or leave their food in the balcony, it’s as good as a fridge for half of the year in these parts.
Could it be? It finally ends?
I wish I could say he just took these $5.00 and disappeared, but not really, though thank God, he didn’t try to harass me or accuse me of anything else. After all, his reputation with both the dormitory administration and the faculty administration was finished after that. Eventually, our community of Brazilian students that lived in the dorm found out about everything that had happened, and he basically got banned, so he had no support from anyone, at all.
He kind of laid low, I guess, and then moved to Crimea at some point. I don’t know where he is now, I’m just happy it’s likely far, far away from me. Look! Behind you! AH!
That’s all for today! I am sure you had plenty of stories from your university time too. Anything as crazy as this?