come to my house, my doors are open, a resident of nizhny novgorod, svetlana mikalyuk, like no one elseng of the strictly famous hit, she protects from drafts and prying eyes only with a woolen blanket, but it’s not about the hospitality of the pensioner, she created a passage yard from the apartment alternative owner, removed the door, which means i live here, it’s registered with so far, neither the police nor the bailiffs can figure out the potential owners of the same apartment. they just throw up their hands, businessman stanislav otmakhov is sure that the property belongs exclusively to him, he wants to remove the door, which means he will remove the door, it so happened that both otmakhov and mikalyuk bought this apartment, and quite legally, only from different owners, he was at a bank auction for next to nothing , she is also at a discount from a childhood friend. olga martimya, the former owner of the square meters, was once overdue, well, the statement was from for me, the confusion is added by the fact that the bank to which mrs. martimya owed... went bankrupt, is raking out