FRIAR'S GREED DESTROYED
Yuri Ivanovich worked as a plumber in the housing and communal services sector. They did not call him by his patronymic: due to his small age and boyish character. I worked in the housing and communal services sector for a short time, but I learned one thing for myself: time is money, and a lot of money “dripped”. 
Calling lonely pensioners brought in considerable income. Grandmothers always prepared a bottle of vodka for such an occasion - the old fashioned way: sometimes the tap leaks, sometimes the sink gets clogged, the bottle will always come in handy.
The mechanics willingly took the bottles and money and slowly became drunk. Yura is not one of those. I learned a long time ago that money has no smell, but it can get you kicked out of your job. There are plenty of people willing to take his place. When visiting another grandmother, he explained to her that if she paid through the cash register, it would cost her more. The grandmothers nodded in agreement:
- Just, my dear, make it more “pretty” and open your meager wallets.
Yura did not hesitate to take this money. Greed for money overwhelmed him.
What could the old women do? There are many such lonely people: children have grown up, scattered, husbands have died, and those who are still alive are unable to hold a hammer in their hands.
Yurochka got fat at this kind of work. He kept saving money, but he doesn’t want to spend the extra ruble on himself. I was in no hurry to get married. I bought myself a moped to quickly serve “clients”. 
One day I left the workshop and rode my moped to the store to buy metal parts. I spent a long time shopping, trying to figure out where to buy it cheaper. He went to the market and bought the parts he needed from the old people. I drove all day, but bought what I wanted. I went up to my apartment on the third floor and began looking for the keys to the apartment. I turned out all my pockets - no keys! My forehead was covered in sweat. I got on my moped and, following my old route, traveled to all the places where I could have dropped my keys. They were nowhere to be found!
I dialed the number of the Ministry of Emergency Situations. He asks if they can open the iron door for him, explaining his situation.
“If you were on the other side of the door,” they answer him, then we would have arrived. The service would cost you 1.5 thousand. Dial another phone number.
Yuri began to dial. They answered him quickly.
How much does your service cost? From the amount mentioned, numbers flashed in Yura’s head... He decided to go up to his neighbor on the floor above, so that from his window, tied with a rope, he could get to his open window. The neighbor did not agree for a long time, Yura had to promise him to build a faucet in the bathroom.
Having tied himself with a rope, he climbed out the window. Pushing off the wall with his feet, he slowly began to fall down. The neighbor began to unwind the rope. About halfway, he felt that he was caught on something. He began to twitch, trying to push off with his feet, but he began to be twisted violently on the rope around his axis and he painfully hit the concrete wall. He started shouting “vira” to his neighbor! The neighbor, not realizing that Yura was screaming, decided to loosen the rope. At this point Yura began to sway: like an autumn leaf on a tree, knocking with all parts of his body. 
People gathered on the street. Someone suggested calling the Ministry of Emergency Situations. Yura screamed so loudly that the neighbor realized: It’s bad for your neighbor. He began to carefully pull it up. With difficulty he pulled out Yura, who, holding onto the window sill, managed to scratch his face. The neighbor was not happy that he agreed to this adventure. Yurka attacked him with obscenities:
“I yelled at you, Vir!” he says angrily.
“I heard that you could see your window,” the neighbor embarrassedly justifies himself.
Yurka hobbled to his floor, where he called the phone that the Ministry of Emergency Situations helpfully provided. After some time, the door opener arrived. Looked at the door:
- Such a door will cost 2.5 thousand. Do you agree?
Mentally cursing everyone and himself, Yura agreed. The master began to knock out the lock. Having knocked it down with difficulty, I saw a powerful, iron second door behind it:
.- Eh, master, that won’t do! There will be more work with the lock. You have to drill into the core of the lock with a drill, but that will be a different price,” the master grinned.
Yura, rubbing his bruised side, grimaced, sweat streaming down his face 
All scratched up, his face covered in stains - it was a terrible sight! He agreed to everything: just to get home quickly. Having broken two drills, the master finally opened the door:
“You have 3.5 thousand,” the “specialist” holds out his hand for the money. Yura had to pay this amount out of her blood money. I couldn’t sleep half the night, regretting money. My side started to hurt a lot. So I kept spinning and suffering. In the morning I have to go to work. He came to his storeroom, and the keys, here they are, cute, are lying on the rack, forgotten by him yesterday.
Yura felt bad and almost fainted. But the locks on the doors also need to be changed. My side hurt, my face was scratched. What a pity for money. But I had to remain silent and accept jokes from my comrades about his face.
The greed of the "frayer" ruined him!
On Pokerstars. The tournament was not for my bankroll, because my bankroll is very modest and exists only for the sake of periodically playing for fun. However, after a tournament with a good structure, it will be quite difficult to enjoy participating in others.
In general, my best friend, who participates in a number of tournaments as part of the “couple” (and previously sponsored long trips by renting a DVD player and discs), offered to act as my backer, which, by the way, partly played a certain role in the endgame ...
The tournament was not for my bankroll, because my bankroll is very modest and exists only for the sake of periodically playing for fun. However, after a tournament with a good structure, it will be quite difficult to enjoy participating in others.
But first things first. I registered for the tournament 5 minutes late, and actually started playing only an hour after I played online for our team at EuroBasket. During this hour, I entered the game only twice: by checking on the BB for 3-4 and, having caught trips, I collected about 500 chips to the initial 5000, and then on KK, which brought about the same amount. People at the starting levels played very carefully...
Then for another hour I also acted carefully. I played without a tracker, which I had never really needed before, because I hadn’t sat at the table with the same people for so long, and I couldn’t quickly install the program on my work computer due to the lack of administrator rights. I played without a tracker, and most of them, I think, with one. Or they just told themselves that I’m tight. Well, in principle, the hands were sometimes quite good, and a couple of times I played on the image. He collected about a thousand chips, giving a raise of 2.5 BB from an early position on D8c, the loaf called. On a flop of 10-9-3 I check, he bets, I flat reraise, the man calls. Turn 5 - I have a flush draw and a gutshot, I bet a little more than half the pot. The opponent thought and folded...
Spin up to almost 11K, after which I played a very important hand. Blinds 75-150, ante 20. Aggressive player from early position - raise 600, I'm in the BB with AKs - reraise 1200, he calls. The flop is 10-7-6 rainbow. I check, he bets 900, I reraise 2400, he calls. Turn 3. He has 2400 left. I thought there was still a normal stack that he could save and fold if there was nothing. I bet 1200, he calls. River 7. Check-check. He opened JJ, I had 6 thousand left. And I guess that this man made the necessary note to himself...
In general, an hour later we had another serious hand. Blinds 150-300, ante 40. He has a stack of about 17,000, I have 9,000. He raised 700 from early position, I'm in the BB with K10o, everyone folds in the pot to 1500, I deliver 400. Flop K-10- 8 (2 diamonds). I check, he continuation bets 900, I reraise 1800, he, without thinking twice, reraises 3500. I take a long pause... for effect. I've already made my decision. I give him A-A or A-K (I don’t believe in KK and 10-10), but I don’t really like the draw board either, and I still have about 7K left in my stack, plus I remember our previous hand, when I was bluffing with such a reraise . But the main thing is that after my all-in, he will need to deliver 3500 to the big pot to which he has tied himself. In general, all-in and call. Opens A-A without diamonds. Turn, river - 2 small diamonds, I double up on the flush with my ten of diamonds.
Then I stupidly fold for almost an hour - not a single more or less decent hand at all. But then, almost in a row, two strong hands come under aggressive players, and they immediately give me K-K and the short stack goes all-in. In general, I promoted up to 40K and ended up in 70th position out of the remaining 4 thousand. 9,795 people started the tournament, with 1,440 in prizes.
I start to count: if I don’t fold, then the stack will remain average, I’ll make it to the money, then it’s unlikely - and that plus $100, 80 of which for Pasha)) If I double, I’ll be the 50th(!) and then in the first 200-300 I'm sure I'll get there, and there's normal prize money. Pasha must hit the money, so if I recover, then the maximum is minus 100.
He spun around this stack for an hour and a half and ended his performance at the 6th hour of the game. I'm in about 300-400th place. The stack is one and a half times larger than average. 1680 people remain. Before money – 240 places. Well, it’s clear that there’s no problem staying through until them. And then two ladies come to me...
Blinds 600-1200, ante 325. I raise 3600 from the middle, fold everything, BB calls. The flop is 9-4-2 rainbow. He checks, I c-bet 3K (about 40% of the pot), and he re-raises to 8000. A man recently sat down at the table. I took part in a number of hands, showing the cards twice. Once on A-K, he moved the short stack on an empty flop and caught a K on the river. The other one went all-in with his average stack on the flop for a flush draw with 9 high and got there. After thinking about it, I deliver 5K, leaving me with 23.
Turn - 8. He puts all-in - 22.5K. That is, my entire stack. And I start to think for a long time. To be honest, I gave him 5 hands. 10-10, J-J – I beat them. A-A, K-K, 9-9 - I lose to them. Plus I thought he might be 9-8. My Bakker is keeping an eye on this matter, while simultaneously playing at his table. I say: “What should I do? It's your money." Pasha replies: “No, decide for yourself, but I would call.” In turn, Lera says that we need to reset. I begin to count: if I don’t fold, then the stack will remain average, I’ll wait until I get to the money, then it’s unlikely - even that plus $100, 80 of which is for Pasha. If I double, I’ll be 50th(!) and then I’ll definitely get into the first 200-300, and there will be normal prize money. Pasha must hit the money, so if I recover, then the maximum is minus 100. Small losses for him
Plus, keeping in mind the opponent’s previous hands, I hope: what if he has a draw with B-10 or A-9, he could call on them and expose. Although the action looks like he's ahead. In general, there are 20 seconds left to make a move, Lera, as always, says absolutely correctly: fold - and I - who before this, having beaten the aces, proudly told her that a pair is very small and you can’t go all-in with it, etc. .d., I press call...
A-A. Finita la comedy.
Then, after calmly analyzing everything, I realized:
In general, you need to play tournaments with a good structure. I need to get enough sleep. And most importantly, you must always listen to Lera!
1. Lack of experience. Yes, and tired. I didn’t get enough sleep initially, then I went to the gym, then I was nervous online (nervous – both because the computer froze, as always, and because I was worried about our people).
2. If I were playing with my own money, most likely I would have folded even on a reraise. Again, not because he didn’t care about other people’s money, but because he wanted to win as much as possible. And he could take a risk. With my bankroll I would not have the right to take risks.
3. During the tournament I missed the mark several times. And I played poorly in the first key hand, although later that play of mine was compensated for me. But I think with A-A the person would have given me the chips anyway.
In general, you need to play tournaments with a good structure. I need to get enough sleep. And most importantly, you must always listen to Lera!
Ah, Odessa, a pearl by the sea! What kind of people have you given birth to! Poet Anna Akhmatova, artist Mikhail Vrubel, pianists Emil Gilels and Svyatoslav Richter, singer Leonid Utesov, biologist Ilya Mechnikov. Sofya Bluvshtein is a famous thief and fraudster Sonya, the Golden Hand. Moses Vinnitsky, nicknamed Mishka Yaponchik, Odessa raider. And many more famous people.
Among the famous Odessa residents there are athletes, philosophers, mathematicians, and physicists. Comedians, coupletists, conversational artists. The following living people were born in Odessa or studied in this city: “experts” Boris Burda and Anatoly Wasserman, singer Vitas, film director Stanislav Govorukhin, singer Larisa Dolina, comedians and satirists Mikhail Zhvanetsky and Yuri Stoyanov. Great Odessa humor! Short Jewish phrases and sayings became aphorisms. The Odessa joke is recognizable.
And this unique Odessa dialect! People of many nationalities lived in Odessa. Odessa accent is a “cocktail” of languages: French, Italian, Greek, Yiddish, Ukrainian. Of course, this is Russian, but it is a dialect with its own characteristics. Words were not only borrowed, but their meaning changed. There was no Russian sound [ы] in Yiddish words, so Odessa residents retained only the sound [и] in their speech. This is how the words prigat (jump), krisa (rat), riba (fish) appeared. It makes me smile, but it’s clear what we’re talking about. The main thing is that it is typical only for Odessa residents.
Times are changing. Speakers of Odessa “jargonisms” travel all over the world. On any continent, you can unmistakably recognize a native of Odessa by intonation alone. Every word is memorable, sometimes biting, but precise. There is no other way to say it. For example, the word "fraer". The city of Odessa is considered the birthplace of the word. A certain category of society, known as “blatnye,” borrowed this word from the Hebrew language Yiddish. And this word was translated as "victim of a thief". Fraer is a disparaging word.
Friar is a stranger to the world of thieves, a civilized person. This is a potential crime victim. Frayers can be deceived and robbed. From criminal jargon, we transferred the word “fraer” into our colloquial speech. It seems that no matter which way you look, there are fraternities everywhere. Any Russian man can be called a fraer based on only one sign. The first may be dressed in the latest fashion, the second is stupid, the third is self-confident. A naive and inexperienced man can become a friend in an instant. Or an ordinary Russian intellectual. A boyfriend, also known as a fraer, is a man who hits on a girl.
The greed of the fraer ruined him!
In relation to a greedy person we use a well-known saying “Greed ruined the fraer!”. We say this when greed has unpleasant consequences for a person. The saying “Greed ruined the fraer!” can be modified and applied to any negative characteristic of a man. The phrase will take on a new meaning if you say “Cowardice ruined the fraer!” or “The fraer’s position has been ruined!” In modern colloquial language there are many variations on the theme "fraer".
The modern Odessa language is losing its peculiarity, its charm. It’s a pity, but language, like life, is never without losses.
Once upon a time there lived a simple riot policeman Vasya. Riot policemen are generally simple and kind guys, and Vasya also came to the City from the Village, so his simplicity and kindness were also superimposed with a special peasant thriftiness.
It cannot be said that Vasya was a thief. He was precisely thrifty, and because of this he was eager for freebies, by which he meant everything that was “nobody’s.” Anything could turn out to be a “draw”, right down to Vasya’s commander’s tablet. Vasya once noticed her during an operation, lying “nobody’s” on the hood of a car (the commander was away somewhere). Vasya’s deft little hands instantly tidied up the tablet, but on the way to our home bus, our simple riot policeman could not resist and looked inside.
When the commander returned to the car, Vasya loomed sadly nearby, clutching a tablet in his hands. At the sight of the commander, he perked up and said:
- So major! Here is your little tablet, and I’m just making sure that no one takes it away.
The major looked carefully into Vasya’s honest eyes and said nothing. But since then, I haven’t left the tablet for a moment.
But Vasya respected the commander and was a little afraid, but not so much the rest of his comrades. Because of this, Vasya was constantly shaken for the presence of “nobody’s” pens, knives, belts, etc. However, they never beat him - Vasya made honest eyes, spread his hands and said:
- Well, I thought it was a draw!
Since he really thought so (well, a simple guy) and everything alien (or rather everything asked someone else's) immediately gave it away, then, as a rule, everything was limited to notations. Vasya listened, nodded his head, regretted, apologized... and still grabbed the “draw”. In particular, from this no-man’s place he stole several dozen PeeMov and AKeeM cartridges, a couple of knives (all from the arsenal of the riot police), and once stole from one operation (a small weapons depot was found there) a “no-man’s” PeeM.
With all this, the riot policeman Vasya was not greedy at all: after vacations he treated his comrades to village grub (moonshine with lard), and willingly shared “nobody’s” ammunition. Perhaps that’s also why they weren’t too offended by his “thriftiness.”
But one day Vasya went too far. He really wanted a good car. He wanted it so bad that he literally bought a obviously stolen Japanese car for pennies, registering it through a traffic cop he knew. And it must happen that it was Vasya’s car that the police were very, very looking for. I don’t even remember who it was stolen from, but apparently the person was not an ordinary person.
The car was found. With Vasya driving.
In general, Vasya’s acquaintance, a traffic cop, was miserably thrown out of the “nut” (it was a miracle that he was not imprisoned), and Vasya ended up “on the carpet” with his commander. Vasya was kept there for a very long time, hmm, (there’s no other way to say it), but still they didn’t expel him from the riot police.
The story could have ended there if it weren’t for other comrades who wanted to search Vasya’s apartment “just in case.” What if he and his gay friend organized a criminal group? Or maybe they needed to put a “daw” somewhere there?
Then everything is clear. During the search, they found Vasin’s arsenal, which by that time had been replenished with a grenade and some kind of ancient, but still firing Berdan gun. Plus almost two hundred different-caliber cartridges. Plus an arsenal of knives and a Cossack saber.
That is, Vasya naturally found himself under arrest and was awaiting the most honest and fair trial, as well as several years on the other side of the bars.
And this could be the end of the story, but it is true what they say is that fools are lucky. During the search there was only one witness present (since, in principle, they did not expect to find anything), so the case fell apart solely on formal grounds, and Vasya remained free. Only he never served in the riot police or the police again.
Surely, each of us has heard the expression about some fraer who was ruined by his own greed. The expression “the music didn’t play for long, the guy didn’t dance for long” is also often used. What does this expression mean? Fraer - who is this anyway? Where did this word come from and what does it mean when viewed from different social angles.
Origin
According to historians, the word freier first appeared in German usage several hundred years ago. From Old German, “fraer” is a person who is completely free from any obligations, or a groom. There is also a translation where this word means a young man who often visits brothels and has enough money to rent a girl of easy virtue for the night. A similar translation of “groom, beloved” is found for this word in Ukrainian explanatory dictionaries.
Thieves' jargon
It is not known whether the word, as they say, came from the German or Ukrainian lexicon to the people, but it was firmly rooted there. Scientists say that German was the closest, since it turned into Yiddish, and from there many words and expressions found their way into the thieves’ vocabulary of pre- and post-war Odessans.
If we talk about thieves' vocabulary, then this word can have different meanings. Frayer trump is a person who has been in prison and is classified as a criminal thieves. A civil fraer is a man who has never been to prison, an intellectual, and is a very tasty piece of money for bandits, hooligans and thieves. Even in Polish thieves' jargon there is such a word. Among the Poles, a frajer is a simpleton who is very easy to deceive. It turns out that the languages are different, but a fraer is a fraer everywhere.
There are other slang variations that explain what "fraer" means. For example, this word can mean a prisoner, but one who has just begun his career as a thief and has not yet been classified as a member of the highest thieves’ caste. Bandits and thieves are one thing, but a crooked fraer is something completely different.
The second group is allowed to steal and deceive. Such a fraer is considered a simpleton, a sucker, an inexperienced person. Quite often you can hear the phrase: “Am I a fraer or something?” It will mean that a person does not consider himself to be one of those who is so easy to deceive, rob and fool.
Dapper or dandy
What do explanatory dictionaries say? Fraer - who is this? They have several definitions of the word. First of all, he's just a man. Yes, that’s what many dictionaries write: a fraer is a man. Surely, this means a person who cares for a woman or spends time with her. Secondly, this word means a very well and fashionably dressed person. Quite often in Soviet camps this was the name given to people belonging to the political elite. Political prisoners were always much tidier; even in such terrible conditions, they watched how they looked.
Expressions
So, we figured it out and answered the question posed: “Fraer - who is this?” However, with this word there is a huge mass of expressions and phrases, the meaning of which is also worth understanding.
- A Reel Friar is a person with a cheerful, lively disposition. It is also called "zhivchik".
- To screw up means not getting what you want, making a mistake or even disgracing yourself.
- A frazzled fraer is a person who may never have been to prison, but knows very well all the laws and traditions of the world of thieves.
- Fraying means trying to pass yourself off as an experienced and seasoned thief who has served a long time in prison. It can also mean banal boasting.
- “The music didn’t play for long, the guy didn’t dance for long” - the phrase we mentioned above. It means that the end has come for the reckless reveler, the pleasures are ending, and the moment of reckoning begins.