MINHA VIDA INFERNAL

part 11 - financial problems and stressful routine

Gustav is definitely in danger!

Mainly financial danger.

After all, no It's every day you discover he owes $150,000.

After all, to sum up Tom's warning.

Basically now he has to pay for the use of EVERYTHING in the mansion.

Do you know his miserable room, that the $700 rent is deducted from his salary?

Then.

They charged:

Rent the bathroom he secretly uses at night.

Rent of the library where he stays on his day off and at night.

And respectively the water and electricity in both of these rooms.

All of this was charged per month.

"5000 dollars for the bathroom... 1000 for water and 1000 for energy..." - says Gustav as he feels his blood pressure dropping.

He felt 1 year of his life expectancy slipping away when he saw the rent of the library and its lights.

And then came the worst of all.

The wine...

Tom charged the bottle of wine that he used to hit one of the cooks during the kitchen conflict.

A single bottle.

And he charged 40 thousand dollars.

"..."

Gustav dropped the papers, letting them fall to the floor of his small room.

He stared at the wall for a few minutes before coming back to reality when Babs started meowing.

He sighed as he looked at the cat, who climbed onto his makeshift bed and began rubbing its head against his arm, asking for affection.

"What do I do, girl?..." - he asked his kitten, without waiting for an answer as he stroked the little feline's head.

After a few minutes of sadness and indignation, he stopped caressing the little girl and got up.

Then he started pacing back and forth in his room, one hand scratching his chin as he started muttering out loud.

"Money... Money... How am I going to get this??????"

"I'm literally paying to work now... My entire salary will be deducted until the debt is paid off."

He placed his hands on his forehead as he let out a frustrated groan.

He sat down on the makeshift bed again, then lay down.

"How, how, how, how do I get money..."

He then placed his hands on the back of his head as he squeezed it in an attempt to force himself to think.

*How do I make money? What do I have?* - he thought.

He stood up and looked around, and was immediately disappointed with their material possessions.

*Ok... what do I know how to do? *

He began to think, discarding the idea of trying to get a job in your free time in hell, after all, wouldn't be good for your physical or mental health.

"I need to get money in the human world... But how?" - he started to murmur.

"Obviously I would have to be paid in dollars, that is, work in the USA... But I couldn't get a job before, how will I do that now?"