The heat pump that heats the water for the pool broke down. Well, it didn’t just break down—it started not only cooling the surrounding air to heat the pool water but also freezing up. Clearly, there was not enough refrigerant. We arrived. An expensive suburb. Beautiful houses. The house that we were visiting was the smallest in the area. They took a long time to open the door. No wonder—we arrived at 7:30 in the morning. Eventually, a very disheveled and unkempt woman opened the door, someone you might think was homeless if you saw her on the street. But she managed to pull herself together, woke up, and let us in. Yes, we had been ringing the bell for a while—her little red BMW Mini was parked nearby, so someone was definitely home. She asked us to come in through the yard—we did. There was a pool, and nothing else on the property—just some leftover construction materials. Dirt, ungrubbed bushes. On the roof of the extension was the heat pump. We climbed up. The surroundings were beautiful—well-kept gardens of the neighbors, each about 4 acres. Not a single pool in sight. While we were carrying our tools, the lady sat down, lit a cigarette, and started drinking beer. Yep, at 7:30 in the morning. We searched for a refrigerant leak for a long time. We didn’t find one. It turned out that the manufacturers hadn’t filled the refrigerant properly. It happens. The question is—why isn’t the unit under warranty? Why hadn’t they called us earlier? Why have a pool in this climate, especially on a 4-acre lot? What is this alcoholic, who is clearly the owner, occupied with? Where does this bourgeois taste come from: a pool, a BMW Mini, oh yes, a Doberman. In other words, at the expense of the size of the house and the beautiful garden, people decided to invest their capital in something they would hardly use most of the time, and that would constantly demand money. Alright. Moving on. We evacuated the refrigerant—300 grams were missing. We charged the gas—no leaks, searched for a long time. We vacuumed and filled it with fresh refrigerant. I started to think. There’s a cooling generator on the roof, and it’s basically useless. And there’s not a single air conditioner in the house.