Urgent flight and loan: how I coped with an unexpected call to Moscow

2025-03-16

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Here I am, sitting on a plane, pressed against the cold glass of the window, watching clouds float below, like cotton wool that they forgot to clean up after a party. My heart is pounding, my head is a whirlwind of thoughts. Just yesterday I was in Almaty, running around on my own business, drinking coffee in my favorite cafe on Arbat, and today I am already flying to Russia, because life decided to throw me an urgent call. It all started with a call from a friend in Moscow - her voice was shaking, her words were jumbled: "Please come urgently, it's a family matter, I can't cope without you." I didn't even have time to really figure out what was going on, but I already understood: I need to fly, period.

The problem is that a plane ticket is not a couple of tenge for a bus ride. I opened my wallet, and there was emptiness, like in the steppe after a wind. My money was zero, my salary was only in a week, and time was running out. And then it dawned on me: Urgent loan! I saw an ad on the Internet - bright banners promising salvation in difficult times. I decided: come what may, I'll try. I opened the site, my fingers were shaking while I filled out the form: name, number, amount. I asked 50 thousand tenge — enough for a round-trip ticket and a little for a taxi. I pressed "send" and held my breath. Half an hour later — a call, a text message, and there they were, the money, lying on the card, like a gift from fate. I couldn't believe my eyes — was it really that simple?

I packed my bag on autopilot: jeans, a sweater, a phone charger — I squeezed everything in in five minutes. I flew to the airport as if on wings, although inside I was shaking with excitement. It was the first time I took out a loan, and for such an adventure. I managed to check in half an hour before departure, plopped down in a seat by the window and only then exhaled. The plane hummed, took off, and I looked at the shrinking lights of Almaty and thought: "Well, here we go." The stewardess passed by, offered me tea, but I refused — what kind of tea is there when there is only one thing in my head: to make it, figure it out, and return.

I landed in Moscow at night. The cold was chilling me to the bone, but I immediately rushed to my friend. It turned out that her younger brother had gotten into trouble with the documents for his apartment - he needed someone to sort out the papers and negotiate with the lawyers. Of course, I'm not a lawyer, but I have a head on my shoulders. We sorted everything out in a day: signed, certified, shook hands. I even managed to walk to Red Square, drink coffee with a view of the Kremlin - a small thing, but it warms the soul. The return ticket was for the morning: I don't like to stretch out trips, and the loan was hanging over my head like a cloud before the rain.

The flight back was calmer. I sat by the window, turned on music in my headphones and watched the clouds float under my wing. My nerves weren't dancing like the first time - it was done, I could relax. I thought about how quickly life can spin you into a whirlpool: in the morning you're in Kazakhstan, in the evening in Russia, and the next day you're back home. I landed in Almaty late at night, the airport greeted me with silence and the smell of coffee from a 24-hour outlet. A taxi took me home, I collapsed on the sofa, made tea with honey and began to remember those crazy days.

The loan saved me, that's a fact. Without it, I would be sitting in Almaty, biting my elbows and cursing my helplessness. Now I have to think about how to pay it back: 50 thousand tenge — not a huge sum, but not a trifle either. My salary is coming soon, my friend promised to throw in a little for helping me, so I'll get by. The main thing is not to delay, so that the interest doesn't snowball. I'm sitting, drinking tea, looking out the window at the sleeping city and thinking: life is an unpredictable thing, like the weather in the mountains. Today you're broke, and tomorrow you're already on a plane, flying to solve other people's problems. And yet I'm a good girl — I coped, came back, and will even sort out the debt. But for now — sleep, the morning is wiser than the evening.