(ironic story)

My friend lives in the city; he drives an expensive brand-new car, dresses in the best boutiques.

We rarely communicate with him, the last time we met was in our hometown. Once I had to go to Kyiv, I had no acquaintances and had to stay somewhere for the evening. I remembered my friend and called him. He gladly met me at the railway station and invited to go to him. We took the elevator to his apartment, and while opening the door, he pronounced proudly, “Come to my magnificant mansion!”

The door opened, and I saw a small one-room apartment.