On the choice of friends.

I will tell you a story about my dad.
My parents divorced when I was 6 years old. The banal "did not agree characters." So I remained the only child of my parents. Dad married again, but Aunt Tanya already had an adult son (it seems 15 years older than me), so that's it.
My father was the director of a large company, a leader in his field, and he decided to open a representative office in Austria.
Although let's fast forward to the past. Papa has two higher educations - linguistic and economic. When he studied in InYaz, he lived in the same room with Yura Gavrilov, a boy from Zhlobin (and a dad from Molodechno), with whom they, naturally, became very close friends. I remember how my dad drove me a little (about eight years old) to Zhlobin, where I played football with my son Gavrilov.
So, the father was the director of the company, took Gavrilov to himself and made him the general director of the Minsk office. Not immediately, of course, but I did it. Friend after all.
And when it was decided to open a representative office in Austria, my father went there to do it, and Gavrilova made the director of the whole company. Friend after all.
It seems in 1997 in the summer I went to Austria to my dad. Then Gavrilov and his family stayed with him: wife, daughter, son. Dad rented a minibus and made for us a small tour of Austria. I remember this time with nostalgia. Naturally, the stay of Gavrilov in Austria was paid by the father. Friend after all.
Six months later, Gavrilov passed his father and the company with all the giblets of tax. Now, by the way, it is state owned. Pope was ordered back to Belarus, because he would be arrested, so for more than ten years he had not come here.
Such is the story, such a friendship.