The Successful Gypsy

The wind’s direction changed again. The smell of sewage was now blowing into the room that Stefan shared with his five siblings from the abandoned building across the street where dozens of gypsies lived. The structure had entire sections of its concrete wall missing, allowing any passerby to peer inside at the soiled mattresses and piles of garbage. People of the city would avoid walking by it so the sharp smell of urine and feces wouldn’t spoil their day.

There used to be more gypsies. After Romania was admitted into the European Union, more than half of them left the country based on rumors of easier begging, fanning out to places like Italy, Spain, Norway, and France. The poorest ones who couldn’t even afford a one-way train ticket remained in Romania.

Stefan knew he was a gypsy. He became conscious of it at 8 years of age when his mother began sending him on the street to beg instead of to the nearby school to learn. His childhood was skipped so that he could produce income for the family.

His mother did her best based on her own rough upbringing, but lacked the basic knowledge that would have made her life less impoverished. It didn’t help matters that she believed her fertility was tied to the moon cycle, meaning more mouths to feed than she knew how. Her husband was an itinerant worker whose only source of income was collecting scrap metal. He would go long stretches away from home, supposedly for work, but rarely returned with much money.

The two-room apartment Stefan lived in was occupied by nine people—himself, his siblings, his mom, and his mom’s parents. The furniture was old and musty, retrieved long ago from the dumpster. The floor was raw concrete, partly covered with thin rugs. Stefan’s mother would usually sit in front of the television all day monopolizing the remote, occasionally cleaning, while the kids old enough to beg would do so while the younger ones were steadily groomed for it. She would constantly complain of headaches and throw tantrums that had no obvious cause, the sign of a deeply unhappy woman.

By the time Stefan was 10, he became an expert at begging. He knew how to make an effortless puppy dog face that would melt the souls of his targets. He would say, “Anything is enough, no matter how small,” with just the right pathetic tone. After his marks reached into their pockets to reveal some spare change, Stefan would go for the upsell, saying, “Can I have just a little bit more?” It would work most of the time.

Stefan couldn’t yet read, but he was more knowledgeable about psychology and persuasion than learned college graduates more than twice his age. He became so efficient that he was able to beg for only two hours and then mill around for several more, tricking his mom into thinking that it took the full shift to earn his begging wages.

One afternoon Stefan stood in front of a private school as class ended for the day. A flood of kids in clean uniforms streamed out, either to find a waiting parent or to begin their walk home. A boy with an oversized Spongebob Squarepants backpack caught Stefan’s attention when his father greeted him with a hug. The boy pulled out a piece of paper and the father took a look at it before giving him a pat on the back. They began walking towards a small middle-class residential area. Stefan followed them.

After a 15-minute walk, they arrived at a narrow townhouse. Stefan could see through the window that the boy sat at a table with his dad and talked for a while, eventually using what appeared to be a computer. As young as Stefan was, he knew the reason the little boy could enjoy such comforts was because he had a nice dad who earned money from a regular job. Begging would never bring enough for that type of life.

Stefan went to his mother. “Mom, why can’t I go to school?”

“Because we have no money,” she replied, looking annoyed. “How are we going to eat today if you don’t beg?”

“Yes but if I go to school and get a good job then no one has to beg.”

“And so we’ll all starve while you go to school? Leave me with that stupid talk.”

“But maybe we can all do some type of work. Begging brings almost nothing. We can live much better.”

“Leave me I said!”

Stefan got his first idea for a business after turning 12. He was begging at a busy intersection on an unusually hot summer day when he noticed how sweaty and irritable his marks were. A thought came into his head—“They could use some water.” He needed money to execute his plan, so instead of begging for two hours and then slacking off the rest, he begged for the full shift but gave his mom only his typical earnings. He pocketed the rest for a few days until he had enough to buy a pack of 24 water bottles from the supermarket. On his first day he only made two sales. People kept asking him if the water was cold, and when he said no, they refused to buy.

The next day, Stefan found a sturdy cardboard box. He buried the water bottles under two bags of ice. A new problem developed: the box was too heavy for him to carry. He asked one of the gypsy kids to help him carry it, but the kid refused, demanding payment. He gave the kid his remaining money and finally arrived at the intersection with his product. It took him two and a half hours, but he managed to sell all the water bottles. In his little hands he counted the equivalent of $14, almost double his initial investment.

Confident from his first success, Stefan told his younger brother Ciprian about his business. Ciprian showed little interest. “It’s too much work,” he said, adding that it would be too easy to lose money and be left with nothing but water bottles. “You can’t lose money when you beg.”

“Yeah but the money is so little,” Stefan replied.

“I don’t know, begging is easy.”

Stefan decided to run his business quietly, relying on two gypsies to help him carry water and ice to various intersections. Stefan found that not all intersections were equal, identifying two in particular where drivers were thirstier. He would sell 24 water bottles within four hours and then play or wander for the rest of his shift. He gave his mom money she thought he earned from begging, burying the profits in a nearby field. Once he got to the sum of $100, equivalent to one month of rent, he decided to tell his mom how well he was doing.

“Mom, I started selling water on the street. Look how much I made.” He showed her the $100.

“Did you steal this?” she asked, staring intently at the money.

“No, I buy water bottles and then I sell them.”

“And what do you plan to do with this money?”

“I want to buy an iPod.”

“An iPod?” She shook her head and looked down. “Stefan, my son, do you love your family?”

“Yes, of course,” Stefan said, nodding sincerely.

“Your sister needs new clothes. We need new pots and pan for the kitchen. And Ciprian has a birthday coming. We need this money for the family, not some toy.”

“How much do you need?”

She needed all of it, and so she took it. He begged his mom to leave him $10 so he could buy a pack of water for the next day, but she refused. Since summer was on its way out, the leaves beginning to change color from green to orange, his business was done.

Days went by and Stefan didn’t see the new clothes for his siblings. There was one new pan he saw in the kitchen and a basic birthday cake for him brother that cost $5.

“Aren’t you tired of begging?” Stefan asked Ciprian one day.

“Not really, it’s the easiest way to make money.”

“But it’s not. You can make so much more if you do real work.”

“There are no worries with begging. Nothing can go wrong. Yeah, we make just a little money, but we are free, more free than the people who give us money. The next day they have a schedule, a list of responsibilities, a boss to answer to, but we don’t.”

“Don’t you want things?”

“We have a color television at home. What else you want?”

Stefan would always fail in trying to get Ciprian on board with his business ideas. He didn’t dare share his activities with other members of his family, especially his mom, because they would just criticize him or demand his money. Over the next five years, he would perfect street selling on his own.

By the time Stefan was 17, he was selling water, flowers, and sunglasses at six different intersections. He gave his hired helpers a surprisingly large share of his profits, because when he tried giving them a smaller wage he thought they deserved, they would just end up stealing from him. He was pocketing about $27 of profit a day, a modest sum based on the amount of labor he was expending, but in the process he was gaining an invaluable business education. Through trial and error he learned how to manage employees, budget, forecast demand, and sell products to initially uninterested customers.

One of his favorite techniques was humor. Making a customer laugh lowered their guard and gave him a seemingly eternal 30 seconds to complete a sales pitch. He also found guilt to be quite useful. When he spotted a car with a man and woman, he’d grab his rose bucket and approach the driver window. If the man waved him off, Stefan would say, “Your beautiful woman is not worth a $1 rose to put a smile on her face?” The woman would usually look at her man and raise an eyebrow. More than 75% of men would then make the purchase.

During an especially strong week of flower sales due to Romanian Valentine’s Day, Stefan’s mother confronted him. “You’re ripping us off,” she said. “You’re not contributing to the household.”

“What are you talking about?” Stefan said angrily. “I give you $5 a day. That more than covers the rent.”

“Yes but you make a lot more than that. I know you do.”

“So what? I give you more than father, and I don’t ask for anything. I even buy my own food. And for that I share a dirty mattress with Ciprian.”

His mother was not moved. “I don’t believe I raised such a selfish son who hates his mother. Why has god done this to me!” She put her hands in her face and started crying.

“What do you want?” Stefan asked.

“I need more money.”

“But I need a reserve for the business. It will get slow in winter and I must be prepared.”

“But we need help now. We need to buy winter clothes. Your grandmother needs medicine.”

“I will give you money and you will waste it. I don’t want you destroy what I’ve built.”

“You rotten boy—I wish I never had you!” Her crying became hysterical and nothing Stefan said could calm her down.

To Stefan’s credit, he didn’t waste his earnings. He understood the cyclical nature of business and wanted to have a cushion for the inevitable downturns, but his mom didn’t understand that he was being prudent. She had no concept of saving or budgeting. If there was money, it must be immediately spent on today’s pleasures and needs. Stefan’s main motivation in life was to avoid being a squatter in the filthy building across the street, yet it seemed that his mother was doing her best to make that become his destiny.

When Stefan finally offered her $20, saying he couldn’t spare more than that, she ordered him to leave the house. She thought it would make him appreciate her more, but it steeled his resolve instead. He left the house with a small bag of his belongings, assured in the knowledge that his money was safely buried in five different wooded areas of the city. He found a cheap room to rent in a workers dormitory, one month shy of turning 18.

Stefan had never read a business book before (he could only read at a grade school level), but he was perfectly executing the bootstrap concept. All his new business was executed with cash where he leveraged some existing success into further expansion. While his growth rate was slow, it was steady, and created a foundation that would be hard to knock down. By the time he was 19, he had enough money from street selling to buy a small kiosk. He sold beverages, cigarettes, snacks, candy, and little souvenirs for tourists. He maintained the street operation with his hired help and was soon profiting $100 a day, an enormous sum by Romanian standards. To celebrate this milestone, he bought a tablet, but after only two days of playing with it, he got bored and gave it to Ciprian, who he’d often see loitering on the street, hitting him up for a couple bucks here or three, mingling with shady men who organized lucrative ATM theft rings in Spain.

By the time Stefan was 23, he was a success in every sense of the word. He had a flower street operation, a kiosk, a convenience store, and two 24-hour kebab shops located strategically near nightlife areas. He rented a nice apartment in the center of town and drove an older model Audi.

His success drew the attention of many women. He wanted someone that didn’t remind him of his impoverished roots, so he settled on Mary, the blondest, most pale-skinned girl he could find, one whose parents gave her all sorts of hell for dating a gypsy. Only after they became fully aware of his business holdings did they warm up to him. Stefan didn’t want to waste time chasing girls when his passion was business, so he settled down with Mary and allowed her to move in with him.

Mary didn’t come from a rich family, but since her dad was a university professor, she was always surrounded by intellectuals and upwardly mobile characters. Stefan’s money was agreeable to her, but she had many doubts about marrying a man from such a low class. The problem was that she was already 25, and it was almost unheard of for a Romanian girl to be on the wrong side of 20 without a husband. Stefan was her best option.

Over the next two years, Stefan’s businesses stabilized. He optimized his operations by cutting costs and establishing standardized training programs for his employees. This gave him breathing room and he no longer had to put in the 16 hour days that Mary—now his fiancée—complained about. They did pleasant things together like go to the theater, dine in fancy restaurants, and take short trips to the countryside. These activities were boring for Stefan but he wanted to keep her happy. When he finally popped the question to her during a romantic night walk in the park, she accepted.

A couple months after the proposal, Mary was having a bad day and began an argument with Stefan. “I’m not happy,” she said, her hands placed on her hips. “We’ve been living in this apartment forever. It’s too small. How can we raise a family here?”

“It’s close to all my businesses,” Stefan replied. “It saves me a lot of time.”

“I want to buy things for the house and decorate it, but for that we need more space. I feel like I’m in a jail.”

Stefan frowned. “The big houses are in the suburbs. We’d have to buy another car.”

“But we could use a new car. The Audi is old. Why can’t we get a Mercedes? We can afford it.”

“That’s very expensive. New house, new car—it would require a lot of money.” Stefan calculated the costs in his head.

“Don’t you care for my happiness?” Mary asked. “Let us grow old in comfort, and enjoy the nice things in life.”

Stefan wondered if Mary had a point. He had worked hard for so long, so why not award himself and his woman with a little luxury? It would also announce to everyone that he had arrived and was not a poor gypsy like the rest of his family. He opened a third kebab shop and returned to working 16 hour days. A couple months afterwards he purchased a large and stately house. There also came a brand new Mercedes, which allowed Mary to arrive to social functions in style to the envious whispers of her friends.

Stefan could only feel validated by his choices when he’d see Ciprian on the street, running errands for a new racket that would steal cars in Western Europe before smuggling them into Romania. It would be just a matter of time until Ciprian was caught and sent to jail, but in the meantime he had some money and seemed to be pursued by several gypsy girls. They didn’t come close to having as much beauty as Mary, but they did seem to be low-maintenance, only requiring Ciprian to buy a pack of cigarettes every now and then in exchange for regular sex.

The wedding date was getting near and Stefan was conflicted on whether he should invite his family or not. For years he had spoken to his mother only through his siblings, usually when running into them on the street while they begged or scammed. Mary didn’t want his family to come, mostly so she could invite more acquaintances to the lavish ceremony she was planning, but in the end Stefan felt that blood was thicker than water and allowed 20 spots for his relatives.

When the day of the wedding finally arrived, Stefan prayed that his family wouldn’t embarrass him. Initially, they were on their best behavior, perhaps intimidated by the other well-to-do guests, but after nuptials were exchanged and Stefan and Mary became man and wife, the gypsy in them could no longer be contained. They danced in a large circle with arms locked, yelling and clapping, smashing expensive champagne glasses on the floor. They dragged the newly married couple to the dance floor and forced them to gyrate in an animalistic style. Thankfully, the other guests were more amused by the gypsy caravan than anything else, sparring Stefan from complete humiliation. A reconciliation of sorts took place between him and his mother and he connected with his more distant relatives, though he steadfastly refused to allow them to “kidnap” the bride, as dictated by traditional gypsy custom. By the end of it, Mary’s family remarked how it was the most exciting wedding they had ever been to.  Besides a couple sneers about Stefan’s background, the wedding couldn’t have gone better.

Once life returned to normal, Stefan felt a sort of gravitational pull back to his family. He enjoyed talking to Ciprian about his car hustle and to his siblings about crazy things they had done on the street, bringing back memories of his own lost childhood when he experienced much of the same. He would get asked for money, of course, but he couldn’t give much because business was tight. The house mortgage and Mercedes payment left him no breathing room when the jumbo pizza slice trend arrived from America and decreased demand for kebab. He was busy trying to expand his menu so that he could compete.

Mary was deeply troubled to notice Stefan getting closer to his family, but when Ciprian would come over for the occasional late dinner, she put on a smile and warmed up plates of food. At one of these dinners, after Mary retired to bed, Ciprian questioned Stefan’s life.

“Your home is nice,” Ciprian said, “but this is not who you are. Our people are not made to live in castles.”

“So you want me to hustle on the street like you? I have a good home for my wife, and things will only get better.”

“It’s not in our nature to work so hard. You’re killing yourself, and for what? There is no gold at the end of this rainbow. No matter how much wealth you acquire, or how big of a house you buy, your wife will always resent you because you’re not of her kind.”

He pointed his finger directly at Ciprian. “That’s just not true! There is… love,” he said, hesitantly.

“Oh yeah? If you lost everything, and had to hit the streets again, would she stay with you? I wonder how fast she would go back to mommy and daddy without even bothering to help you get back on your feet. I know I’m supposed to want the life you have, but it’s too delicate, like a house of cards. If one of your businesses has a bad month, the panic sets in and your wife will start breathing down your neck. But if I have a bad month, it’s no big deal. My girls won’t care because they expect nothing of me.”

“Your filthy hoes would give me no pleasure, and neither would being on the street. I don’t want to be a gypsy, don’t you understand? Whenever I see one I feel ashamed that my blood is like theirs, that it must be an accident to have been so stained by god’s will. I want to be a success. I want to be a somebody.”

“And who are you a somebody to?” Ciprian asked, raising his voice. “You’re a somebody to the people who need your money. Your employees, your wife. And the minute that money goes, you’re back to being a nobody in their eyes.”

“No, you’re wrong. I don’t want to be poor—I won’t. I don’t want to be poor like you!”

“You are already poor, brother. You are poorer than me.”

Stefan knew that it was his money that won Mary’s heart and allowed him to socialize in the expensive homes of his new friends. But what was the alternative? Give it all up and go back to selling water bottles, living in a worker’s dormitory? That was unacceptable to Stefan, but he needed some breathing room. He needed to lower his expenses. Mary, predictably, did not appreciate his plan. “You want to sell the Benz?” she exclaimed. “Are you crazy?”

“I will trade it in for a Honda. It’s a fine automobile that is more gas efficient. It’s also five times cheaper. Finances are tight right now. I’m being pushed to the limit.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your limit,” Mary replied, her fists clenched. I’ll look like a fool if I have to drive a Honda around. Everyone will think we are poor and that you are a failure.”

“We’re overextended,” Stefan said calmly. “We bought too much too quickly. If the new kebab burrito takes off, we may be able to get an even better Mercedes next year.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have married a gypsy. Once a gypsy, always a gypsy! Your brother put you up to this, that street thug. He’s jealous of your success, and now he wants to destroy what you’ve built up.”

“You’re wrong. He sees how stressed I am, how much I work, and he’s concerned. Business goes up and down. We’re on a downswing now, but we’ll get out of it.”

“Why don’t you work harder?”

“Do you want to drain the blood out of my veins?” Stefan pushed his hands towards Mary.

“You better get your shit together.” Mary stormed upstairs and went for a soak in the bathtub jacuzzi to soothe her rattled nerves.

For the next six months, Stefan diligently worked on improving his kebab business, but the burrito didn’t take. Business was steadily declining. Other kebab shops were closing down and changing to the jumbo slice format. They competed by increasing the surface area of the slice, making profit margins as razor thin as the pizza itself. It didn’t help Stefan that ProTV, Romania’s largest channel, did an investigative report that concluded kebab meat had equine origins. Unbeknownst to viewers, the segment was secretly paid for by a cabal of men who owned the most jumbo slice shops in the country. Kebab, and its close cousin, shawarma, were done.

Without any advance notice, Stefan closed down his three kebab shops and laid off his workers through a handwritten sign on the door. He sat in his car for two hours thinking about what he was going to tell his wife. On the drive home he wondered if she would leave him, but he was determined to make her understand that their take-home income would only decrease by a small amount since the kebab shops were hemorrhaging so much money. At the same time, he knew Mary didn’t care about the accounting as much as the image. People would see that her husband had to give away the Mercedes and close three shops. To anyone that mattered, it would appear that she’s making a straight-line march into a gypsy slum.

Stefan thought that if Mary left him, he at least could fall back on his strengthening family relationships. He wouldn’t have to face it alone, and who knows, maybe he could start a legitimate business with Ciprian based on his Western European connections. The brothers were getting along quite well now, talking almost every day, and even Mary began to tolerate Ciprian’s dinner visits.

When he opened the door to his house six hours before his standard arrival, fully braced to tell Mary the bad news, he heard rapid footsteps coming from above. Confused, he walked upstairs and saw Mary sitting in a state of half dress on the bed, looking frightened. “Is there a burglar?” Stefan said softly. Mary said nothing, but accidentally revealed the intruder when she threw a glance towards the walk-in closet. With his mouth half-open, in complete disbelief that his wife was cheating on him, Stefan walked to the closet and opened the door. There in the corner, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear, was his little brother Ciprian.

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  1. North Memphis like me July 9, 2014 at 9:33 am

    Really good story with twists and turns.

    I can hear my Dads voice reading this- all these women want is money, if you lose everything shell leave you, I like making money and not listening to these silly Hos and their talk about Johnny and Suzie, Becky’s car, Stefanies dress, man if it weren’t for going to hell going to an escort would be cheaper- you pay for it overall, your best bet is to get a Church girl all these girls out at the club lie and are bangig other dudes not to say Church girls don’t either buy you generally have better odds that way- there you will find a girl who’s been with 3 or 4 dudes not a football team roster worth, man I don’t want to hear all this clown talk from all these college boys and their ideologies my dad was a school teacher and couldn’t beat his way out if a paper bag- see you gotta be out here hustling and making money- its all can you sell? Everyone is a salesman.

  2. RobP July 9, 2014 at 9:34 am

    Well-written and a good moral tale as well!

    1. Nick July 9, 2014 at 10:07 am

      A thoroughly enjoyable read

  3. Phil July 9, 2014 at 9:40 am


    if you were starting in game (regardless of age) would you rather live in a major US city (LA, Chicago) or just hit up a good foreign one (Medellin, Wroclaw, Bucharest, Manilla) instead?

      1. IP Freely July 10, 2014 at 1:34 pm

        Thanks formthe post- thats a quality site like this ,swoop the World,heartiste,Mcqueen, and danger and play.

        Good links- a lot of towns reall do suck ass.

        I guess I need to do my Gamecation in EE in a spot like Warsaw- I love small white friendly girls with big asses not Americastans Frappucino line backers.

  4. Armchair General July 9, 2014 at 9:57 am

    I believe morals of the story is, once he got on his feet, he started to work hard on earning respect and approval of both his wife and his family. In the end, stretching himself, he lost both.

    Another self-improvement themed article of Roosh

    1. zaqan July 11, 2014 at 12:10 am

      There were a lot of motifs to go off of. It was a good piece of literature that Roosh should continue with.

  5. 262 July 9, 2014 at 10:24 am

    Pretty sure the moral of the story is alpha fucks, beta bucks.

    1. Ian July 9, 2014 at 10:47 am

      Whats alpha about screwing your brothers wife in his house?

      No, its beta to steal peoples cars-its alpha to work your way up from the street and build a successful business and a turd like that younger brother needs to be beat down alpha style.

      1. 262 July 9, 2014 at 11:03 am

        Beta is getting money/women/resources to impress women/society/etc.

        Alpha is getting money/women/resources solely for yourself and your own goals.

      2. Clark Kent July 10, 2014 at 10:18 pm

        Sometimes alphas get cheated on… look at the animal kingdom, happens all the time.

        The alpha/beta distinction is dualistic and here is a ‘folk psychology’ way of discussing things… I doubt the manosphere is using an operationally defined exact terminology…. don’t take it TOO seriously…

        But the fact is… his sleezy brother got to bang the trophy wife in a nice house he didn’t have to work for…. He used his brother and his brother’s wife…. and he came close to scoring a bastard child that his brother would have raised….

      3. splooge July 9, 2014 at 7:53 pm

        there is no concept of morality when it comes to being alpha or beta

      4. Ian July 9, 2014 at 8:06 pm

        So if Stefan got a Mack 10 and sent some down range he wouldnt consider the morality of it all?

        Throughout history wasnt it the stat quo to stand over the bloody, conquered remains of those one conquered?

        Is kicking a lot of ass like the Vikings or Germans did alpha?

        Mercs are alpha. Evo Psych rambling is omega.

      5. splooge July 10, 2014 at 2:43 am

        yup, cuz a beta would be too timid to do it.
        your concept of alpha you are thinking of a gentlemen, which can be alpha or beta. But alphas are the dominant males in an ecosystem, thats it.
        After all in the eyes of vikings and germans, chances are they dont see themselves as bad guys.
        Anyone we see as an enemy, we will label everything about them as bad, but when we do it well rationalize that it is good

  6. Nick Adams July 9, 2014 at 10:42 am

    Moral: The harder you try, the less you succeed. (Great parable)

  7. Jesse July 9, 2014 at 11:00 am

    Moral: Never trust a gypsy

    1. ellados July 9, 2014 at 3:10 pm

      there’s no such thing as a successful gypsy

    2. splooge July 9, 2014 at 4:05 pm

      think its never trust a woman. The gypsy protagonist is the best example to show the unforgiving nature of women. Doesn’t matter how much you struggled in life or how low your status was or how hard you worked to get away from it, she really truly doesn’t care. He was the good hardworking beta while his lil bro was the wild alpha that gave her tingles…sound familiar?

      Females are rather sociopathic in that sense, they dont care how hard you work, they just want the money(characters wife). Even if its a profession they disapprove of(like the characters mother)legal or not, but will feel entitled to the money….sounds like leftist policies is just womans nature.

      It was the case with bodybuilder Fransico Columbo, when he was a boxer. His mother disapproved of boxing until he made money. Females will think how you would inconvenience them. Whether its nursing your injuries or you getting education or working longer hours to give her what she wanted in the first place, She will resent you for it…cause you are not attending to her immediate “needs”

      manipulation and passive aggression is their thing. Men are dumb dogs while females are conniving cats.
      dumb,loyal but when it acts out when not “disciplined”(or what society expects of you), people freak out due to the damage it can deal.
      While the other one will use and abuse you mentally and emotionally(cuz they cant fight), but once it lashes out with its lil claws its merely a “scratch”.

      Cat can torment and scratch dog, but if the dog bites, hell be put down(jail for us) and cat will be the “innocent kitty” that “didnt know any better”(Media rationalizing)
      This is what females want. A dumb puppy(obedient worker) or worker bee so she can live like the fat self entitled queen bee she is..

      1. MystiKasT July 11, 2014 at 1:46 pm

        well said dude, read every word

    3. asshole July 9, 2014 at 7:27 pm

      No, the moral of the story is: the alpha (no matter how f*cked up) wil get the pussy. The fact that they’re gypsies is really irrelevant. Could have replaced gypsy with redneck, african-american or any other demographic with bad pr.

      1. G. Cedric Crenshaw July 10, 2014 at 8:36 am

        Bitches love Gs-
        So take her to a trap house, do a drive by with her, choke slam her onto your mattress, pimp her out on the block, and let her go rob some shit

    4. Atalos July 26, 2014 at 12:59 pm

      Tu tay draku anii bul, filthy gadjo. hahahaha.

  8. shadey July 9, 2014 at 11:03 am

    A brisk, well-structured tale! The prose wasn’t frivolous but the sentiments were strong… Great writing!

  9. dcl July 9, 2014 at 2:26 pm

    Thanks Roosh, this was a great story.

    1. bipolar alpha July 10, 2014 at 6:16 pm

      If any of you think this is some new sort of phenomana you should read eccliastes and the comments of Solomon who was a world class player and his thoughts on woman.Stefans business allowed him to get his wife .If he lost his business he would also lose his wife. But if he kicked out his wife he would still be fabulous because he has his business meanwhile his wife would be rejected by a gypsy and totally exposed for being the trash that she was.

  10. Awesome Possum July 9, 2014 at 2:40 pm

    So many lessons to take from this story. What is the most important moral Roosh?

    1. Roosh_V July 9, 2014 at 3:06 pm

      I’ll leave it up to the reader to decide.

      1. John July 9, 2014 at 5:17 pm

        Awesome Possom: do not let yourself be Stefan

      2. Awesome Possum July 9, 2014 at 6:00 pm

        Thanks for the reply. I always enjoy your short-stories. The one about the lab rats in the university was undoubtedly one of your best. I know you said you don’t write many because they take so much time to write and don’t garner significantly more attention, but I personally believe the impact that one short-story you write is greater than 3 of your normal posts, simply because there is so much to take away.

        Thanks for sharing your wisdom and thoughts with the world.

      3. anon1 July 10, 2014 at 3:35 pm

        gypsy game.

        stefan was a provider to his high status wife who was nothing but a leach and constantly demanding

        ciprian was a dirty badboy which activated her gina tingles

        stefan’s family are poor trash scum and cant see the bigger picture, so they do what their culture and limited mindsets tell them to do which is thieve off him and everyone else

        stefan can’t buy status no matter how much he wants too.

        he was tied down to a sow of a wife that meant that he could not be flexible enough to manouevre when business got tight.

        stefan shouldnt have neglected game in pursuit of money, but at the same time what the fuck else can he do.

        i’m sure a large percentage of the readership, though they insist to the contrary would be happy with a beautiful traditional 18 year old with long hair that has been untainted by the world, they would settle for monogamous relationships with that special hypothetical nigh almost non existent woman.

        then you have the category of readers i would be in. the angry young men. the ones pissed off about the unfairness of the world, but have not yet moved fully from anger to apathy to cheerful detachment and gaming the system. many are in the angry phase. the phase where they confuse sluts for women.

        the phase where they want to fuck and dump as many girls as possible to kill that self anger they had about those cases of oneitis they had in their early days, when they debased themselves and became orbiters to some mid range girl.

        they admire the club players a bunch for the extravagance of their sex lives but would ultimately be happy to be in a relationship with a nice long legged feminine FSU girlfriend type that cooks and cleans for them. ofcourse they havent learned enough yet to have it last, because of their lack of experience, the provider mode hat goes on a little too fast when they get what they want.

        the next category is the older post divorce men, the ones who took the blue pill for so far and so long, they have kicked back to red now and try to serve as a lesson to the younger readers. “don’t fall for any woman”, they say. “they’re nothing but sluts and whores” they say. but the young ones here and they don’t obey.

        they appreciate the advice and the need to have something one wants to move towards that is besides a woman, but ultimately as you mentioned in your last post, a large portion of their efforts are ultimately round about ways of seeking and running game.

        and so it goes

  11. guest July 9, 2014 at 3:29 pm

    A brilliant post, Roosh! You’re great.
    Reading this post has made my day.
    There are several morals (or truths) from this story I could think of:
    1. Hoes before bros: Even though it should be the other way around. The hoes befoe bros is not a parable to be followed, but rather it is a bitter reality in the modern world. Some men (or betas) will cheat on their brothers or friends by fucking their women. And more so if the woman is whorish. Which brings us to…
    2. A pimp (or an experienced player) will always recognize a bitch
    There is nothing derogatory about the word ‘pimp’ here. The word ‘pimp’ is only meant to describe a man who’s been around women who act like bitches. Ciprian was fucking street gypsys, and was more experienced about female nature, because he had a higher notch count. He had immediately and correctly deduced Mary’s nature when he saw her.
    3. Alpha fucks, beta bucks
    Ciprian is the alpha, that is why he is the successful gypsy. To call Stefan as the successful gypsy would be a satire. Mary fucks with Ciprian because she wants to fuck with him. She fucks with Stefan because she owes sex to him because he affords her. A man with game with always win over the beta with no game.
    4. You can’t turn a whore into a housewife. Money can no longer save the beta male.
    Mary is the whore. Whore because her affection is primarily resource-generated to Stefan. When Stefan’s business goes down the drain, so does her affection. When poverty knocks on their door, her love flies out of the window.
    5. Beauty and appearance are deceptive – when it comes to commitment and character.
    Mary is the hottest and palest blond, whom Stefan wanted. Nothing wrong in that, but he let her appearance blind him to the flaws in her character.
    6. Never trust anyone.
    Not even your family. Stefan was riddled with a bad family (bad mother/brother), and he made even worse mistakes in choosing the people to create his own (his wife). He might’ve been a good businessman, but he was bad when it comes to women.
    7. Women are the greatest test in a man’s life
    Stefan succeeded the first test when it came to his mother, when she shit tested him. It’s like the Danish movie Teddy Bear (how to build a beta male on RoK). The character in the end moves out from his mother to be with his Thai girlfriend. The same thing happens with Stefan. He moves out, but he still is a beta. And his betaness is revealed when it comes to the woman who services his cock, i.e Mary. Betas always go weak to the women who service them sexually. Stefan embodies that, he does not call out Mary when she abuses him for deciding to buy a Honda. His refusal to walk away from her, lowers him in her eyes. Which opens him up to the embarrassment
    8. Marriage is the most important decision in your life, so choose your woman wisely. Beware of the hypergamy of women.Women can’t be trusted.
    Can’t say more on that. The story itself says it. Stefan is from the lower class;Mary is from the upper class. She retains her superiority complex in her mind. At the time of entering the commitment, she comes from a higher background, while Stefan from the lower background. Stefan’s marriage is always going to be repeated efforts to keep her happy.
    9. Beware dating women who’s first name begins with ‘M’.
    You could think I’m kidding. But most whore like or slut women have their first names beginning with either of the following alphabets: “M”, “C”, “I”, “K”, “R”, “J”, “S”, “D”, “V”, “T” , “B” and “A”.
    True, all women have the potential to be sluts. But women with these alphabets usually slut it around the most.

    1. Batterytrain July 9, 2014 at 5:11 pm

      What about “L”?

      1. guest July 9, 2014 at 8:49 pm

        Yeah “L” too.
        Laura, Linda, Lucy, Lexi. etc.
        And to a certain level, “F”.

      2. Batterytrain July 10, 2014 at 12:18 am

        I was thinking of Lauren but yeah, what about “Z, Y, X, V”, are there even girls that even start with names with “Z”?

      3. guest July 10, 2014 at 7:49 am

        “Y” is only slutty in Eastern Europe.
        “Y” stands for “J” there.
        Others are OK. “Z” is not slutty really, it’s just manipulative.
        “V” is already on the list.

    2. Ahzek Ahriman July 9, 2014 at 5:19 pm

      Shit that sucks ’cause I have a thing for girls named “Jessica” haha

      1. guest July 9, 2014 at 9:23 pm

        The biggest sluts are always women whose names begins with:
        “M”,”A”,”J”,”S”, “T”,K”, “L”
        “M”, “A”, “J”, “K”, “C”, “L” , “T” usually have a pronounced sex drives – especially “M” and “A” (have sex with either of these women and you’ll usually end up more than satisfied. These women are usually oversexed, even if they may not reveal it. “M” is the more deceptive of the two and can hide other lovers easily, whereas “A” and “L” can be plain aggressive and slutty. Both these women are usually sexually aggressive and alluring too)
        “J”, “D”, “S” ,”V”,like to fuck because to feel emotionally healthy and physically stress free, and want to explore the pleasures of life. Out of these, “S” is more likely to pursue a commitment out of you, or tone down the sluttiness if they like you.
        “C”, “B” and “K” simply need more life, and are usually care free and have an open attitude towards sex. “B” sluts around more for love.
        “R” is emotional but transactionally slutty. These women are often hypergamous too, but not as much as “M” , “L”, “T” and “A”.
        “I” can go both ways – but I’ve seen lots of girls who are slutty with that alphabet.
        “F” , “H” and “N” are the dark horses, but can be covertly slutty too. These women are good at covering up their tracks. “H” is more likely to slut it around to look for a well settled partner, but will immediately discount herself once she’s taken. The others, meanwhile continue to play the field.

    3. Coll-uh Park Mane July 10, 2014 at 8:31 am

      Where did you get or come up with the Alphabet Letters and Hos guide?

      1. guest July 10, 2014 at 5:35 pm

        My experience with women.
        I’ve found women with “M”, “A”, “C”, “J”, “L”, “K” to be the most sluttiest. The rest were or are above average sluts.
        “M”, “A”, “J”, “L” and “K” win the top 4 places. You’ll see it in real life. “M” is the most deceptive of the lot.

      2. dante July 11, 2014 at 1:25 am

        hmmm…melissa…amy..liz…jen…four of the biggest hos i know from my past. fucking and sucking without any sense of awareness to whom they were affecting.

      3. met July 14, 2014 at 8:07 pm

        Hey, do you have any thoughts on women with male names? This is a ‘B’ one and is extremely rarely a woman’s name

    4. zaqan July 11, 2014 at 12:09 am

      You know, I have always thought that a lot of a persons life is decided when their name is. My name is very common and it has caused a lot of social confusion. This definitely applies to women too. And even presidential candidates. If their name doesnt jive with people, they wont get elected. Example being McCain.

    5. Anton Chigurh July 29, 2014 at 12:47 pm

      I wasn’t aware the readership here consisted of sophomores in high school until now that I started reading the comments.
      I can’t hang around here, just commenting on this website is going to ruin my cred.

  12. lumpykiwi July 9, 2014 at 3:54 pm

    10/10 would rage again.

  13. Zyzz July 9, 2014 at 4:37 pm

    Stefan should have had his brother strike jewish lightning and collect the insurance pay out on the kebab stands.

  14. invisiblehand85 July 9, 2014 at 4:48 pm

    Shocker.. good story

  15. LuisG July 9, 2014 at 5:05 pm

    Stefan’s main mistake was marrying a nagging bitch instead of a supportive wife. I think the root to Stephan’s problems was a lack of self esteem. He was ashamed to be a gypsy and he tried to overcome that by seeking validation from the people he saw as superior- the white upperclass. I’d say the main moral of the story is to be careful who you associate with and to learn how to spot toxic people. This also points out how sometimes even your friends and family can try to put you down. In the end you must never look for validation from others and do things for your own good instead.

    1. StochasticFats July 11, 2014 at 2:39 am

      Well said LuisG. I’ve learned some of these lessons the hard way recently and have got a long way to go, but the points you make are true.

    2. Attilah July 26, 2014 at 12:59 pm

      Roma Love.

  16. Brad Turner July 9, 2014 at 5:16 pm

    Excellent story Roosh. I like all your short stories. You should write a collection of red pill short stories and sell them as a book.

    1. Rashad July 10, 2014 at 12:11 am

      Quiero Bang Romania and Bang Bulgaria

    2. zaqan July 11, 2014 at 12:10 am


  17. splooge July 9, 2014 at 6:05 pm

    mother: I hate you, I wish I never had you….runs away and crys
    25 yrs earlier
    mother as child: I hate you mom and dad, i wish i was never born, runs away and crys.

    women are overgrown manipulative children

  18. Pep July 9, 2014 at 7:42 pm

    The moral is don’t bust yourself for no whore. If he bought the benz it’s because he wants it. Fuck the wife. If ever my wife tells me she wants a different car I would just say: buy it yourself dumb bitch.
    Problem is people loose their principles and foundations. He knew by his mother woman are irresponsibles sluts. Why didnt he follow his own wisdom. What I don’t understand also is why didn’t he used his gipsy advantage and said: you know how we treat woman when they disrespect man??? Do you want to find out?

    1. splooge July 9, 2014 at 7:45 pm

      ya he shoulda let them kidnap the bride now….perhaps replace her with a younger woman

      1. Magic City Dawg July 10, 2014 at 1:35 am

        He needs a 19 yo blonde to fed to his mattress.

        Man I’m listening to day bang and the way you frame fear and approaching and the big picture is inspirational. You’re writing is great your high iq but you tell all the players to grind it out on the streets and not be clown ass do nothing’s aka arm chair qbs- it’s get in the game not theory.

  19. Sam Spade July 9, 2014 at 10:06 pm

    What I got out of this is that certain people (most?) will always try to extract from you what they can. Stefan is the exceptional figure who wanted to produce for himself and thought others would appreciate his efforts. In the end, the people around him didn’t care about the effort, just the fruits. Even his mother. Stefan extracted too, but through the power of persuasion and likability. So maybe civilization is and has always been like this – a few who really work hard and produce and plan and save, and an envious many that wishes to ply the goods without toil. This happens on micro and macro levels – even the consortium of pizza vendors could not resist cheating a little to get some extra scratch at the expense of another group of businessmen. I don’t know if there is one moral to this story but I do know that most people will never appreciate another’s sacrifices. It is a fool’s errand to expect them to because only you truly know what you’ve been through to get where you are.

    1. Clark Kent July 10, 2014 at 10:21 pm

      Great post.

    2. Coldwarvet July 15, 2014 at 8:17 am

      What a great comment! I’ll just add that Stefan, as the Promethean here, was doubly undone by the wiles of women. He parsed the problem of “success” in capitalism by exploiting the small markets where it can still function more or less as it should, got impaled on the fascist swindle (bigger money buying influence with gov/media to destroy his restaurants) when his business got too big, and, still through it all, kept his honor and his positive orientation. It was the dishonorable woman he married that delivered the coup-de-grace. It would be interesting to read the next chapter.

  20. fokkertism July 9, 2014 at 11:53 pm

    Nice to see you writing fiction again, Roosh.

  21. AFemaleCat July 10, 2014 at 3:22 am

    At first I was like “Oh brother….the materialistic female”….but the end is good 🙂

  22. splooge July 10, 2014 at 4:19 am

    check it out I found this as a link, when i was lurking through this feminist post

    seems like they are well aware of the high rape rate of men even by women and what psych damage it has on beta males…. like here

    femisnism, leftism are just political versions of womens nature on deception. Even on their part of the internet, they have “data” that would be considered legit to MRAs, but yet its kept secret and not brought to light in the media

  23. Kvothe July 10, 2014 at 4:20 am

    Great story.

    For me, the lesson is : today, you cannot trust anyone, not your own blood and closest friend. You have to find certain “tools” to check the closest around you and question why they even are with you. I did that and still am dissapointed.

    Earlier in human history, familiy and friend meant something. It was the building block of society, of an civilization. If we dont have that today, what do we have? A bunch of thieves and liars in a prisoners dilemma.

    Even thoughj the story ended right on the climax, everyone knows how it could have ended. If you dont want to be in his situtation, dont even let yourself put in his shoes. Develope a radar to detect these kinds of things miles away.

    Do you plan to make a book with short stories?

  24. Raul Felix July 10, 2014 at 4:43 am

    Wonderfully written man. Great story and a fucking kick in the gut at the end.

  25. wheelbrah July 10, 2014 at 10:48 am

    The IRT strikes again. Gypsies are exiled people from india.

  26. Раковски July 10, 2014 at 12:14 pm

    Great story. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

    It reminds me that nowadays it’s totally pointless to want to succeed financially. No matter how smart and hard you think you are, as soon as you become successful there is a bitch out there that will manage to enchant you with her feminine lust and then you will lose it all. I’ve seen it many times.

    This story also reminds me of the advantages of arranged marriages. Successful families made sure that the youngsters would not waste it all on a wrong choice of a partner. When one is young one can not make a proper choice for a future partner.

    Great story and good observations on the gypsy mentality in EE.

  27. Dasitmane July 10, 2014 at 1:23 pm

    Fuark, Roosh on dat dere Romanian telenovela time. He could write scripts for movies, that’s for sure.

  28. General Stalin July 10, 2014 at 2:12 pm

    This is a fantastic story filled to the brim with allusions, symbolisms, and examples that parallel multiple sentiments and ideals of “Red Pill” and the Manosphere. Well done, Roosh.

  29. Professor2 July 10, 2014 at 2:36 pm

    So many truths in this short story.
    When he focused on his mission he was successful. When he turned away he was a failure.
    You left out the part where she denies him sex for months and years before cheating on him with his little brother.

  30. anon1 July 10, 2014 at 3:08 pm

    so either way he was fucked?

    rise above your station and you get pulled down by your former peers, or pushed down by your new ones.

    its a great story but it has no conclusion, or lessons to be learned.

  31. Pepe July 10, 2014 at 7:17 pm

    Please Roosh write the followup. It would be really cool to see how Stefan handled the downturn of the business, the betrayal of his wife and brother. There could be so many red pill lessons in a second part of Stefan’s story. Brilliant piece of writing, second favorite after “Patricia’s Smartphone”. A book of short red pill stories like these would be really cool, and I would buy it too.

  32. zaqan July 11, 2014 at 12:02 am

    I liked the entrepreneurial aspect of the story. Thats what I would do if I ever was down on my luck: sell water. It amazes me how anyone can not have an entrepreneurial spirit or any work ethic. I guess all these welfare programs allow filth to live and continue to leech wealth from the rest of us.

    Great parable in any case. There were some weak and absurd points where you could have thought about the examples a little more. However, there was good foreshadowing and the conclusion was half-expected, half-surprise, but strapped down really fast. Do more of these.

    EDIT: Oh and the motif of the woman who cries, bitches, and always wants money for herself, and has no sense of justice.

    1. MystiKasT July 11, 2014 at 2:07 pm

      Here in the U.S. we call them ‘african americans’. They largely dont work and are parasites.

  33. Pablo Martin Podhorzer July 11, 2014 at 12:23 am

    You´ll probably ban me (hey, you banned me in ROK) for this, but it must be said: Roosh, ROK is full of neonazis in full ignorant mode. I mean, when I read somebody saying “da holocust is an hoax I tell ya”, it just, man, c´mon. Really, pick a better audience. The people in your forum seem to be funny and intelligent. Some people in ROK… well, if you want to identify your website with those people, you are going the wrong way.

    Btw, your writing has been getting a lot better lately, despite the repeated message (Gypsy was like that one about the bouncers).

    1. manmade July 11, 2014 at 3:35 am

      “da holocust is an hoax I tell ya”

      yeah I find it really puzzling that there’s weird shitheads who write stupid crap like that, but don’t blame Roosh for them, let’s just hope they die in a comparable way to people who died in the Holocaust. As for the repeated messages, I disagree, and even if it were true, repetition is one of the keys to learning. You should be bitching about ‘motivational’ people like Robbins who sell their crap books with the same crap in there for 25 years. Well done Roosh

    2. Jari July 13, 2014 at 7:11 am

      I agree.Guess its the audience of Heartiste,that blog is full of pathetic nazis too,heck,even the writer of that blog is a retarded redneck nazi throwing around words he cant even understand.Rok is slowly becoming like that too.

  34. rodC July 11, 2014 at 11:38 am

    People this story is about doing things for yourself, not because you want others to accept you for your status. You should do it because it makes you a better YOU.

  35. Jonathan Lubris July 12, 2014 at 7:47 am

    Im getting a bit tired of your vibe reccently roosh.

    You look at other programs like RSD they teach you to adapt and thrive in the game (and in life in general).

    You seem to have developed this whiny, self-serving, arrogant tone where you take pleasure in pointing out all the things in life which suck.

    Yeah we know, life fucking sucks a lot of the time.

    It’s up to you to teach us how to game and handle ourselves so we dont get fucked over by life as badly as most guys do.

    So stop bitching and get back to giving killer advice on game + life.

  36. Lucky July 12, 2014 at 12:16 pm

    This story is terribly depressing and resonated with me. I always begin as an alpha in my relationships and slowly morph into a beta trying to keep my girlfriend happy. It happens so slowly I don’t notice it until much time has passed. God damn this story was a wake up call.

  37. dilettante July 13, 2014 at 12:35 pm

    that was painful to read as even your own brother could betray you. a lifetime of hard work lost.

    i understand that women in my family are hysterical but brothers (normally) don’t treat each other like that.

    there are still red pill truths that still hurt, i guess. (& i’ve endured hartiste’s barb-filled treatistes)

  38. Swashbuckler July 14, 2014 at 6:19 am

    The main theme I got from this story is: Don’t marry quickly. If you are making money and are successful, either test every chick that comes your way by making her wait for marriage and observing her behaviour while simultaneously banging them all OR hide your success and wealth and pretend to be a nobody and instead, be alpha to attract women.

  39. Marge July 14, 2014 at 8:06 pm

    Hey Roosh. I actually came across this website after seeing it linked on Jezebel (LOL) years ago. I’ve gone on here now and then and I have to admit, your older story about the gay couple trying to change the gender of their kid angered me a bit, but I think this one is absolutely brilliant. You have improved a tremendous amount as a writer. If you published a book of these I would definitely buy it.

  40. CaP7 July 21, 2014 at 11:46 pm

    This story really made me think for a bit, and I think I’ve found the moral (although there could be many depending on perspective.

    Women that ‘date down’, albeit socially or whichever, are attracted to you because you are not a part of her world.

    When you strive to ‘fit into’ her world, she will eventually go back to what she truly wanted. Deep down, she wanted to be treated like a whore, objectified, used and abused.

    When Stephan appeased her every need, she went and found what she truly wanted again.

    I think most people are not even conscience of what they are doing or why. They just plod along and strive for more.

    Empty life, empty wife. I say it’s Stephan’s fault here for trying to live in a society that didn’t want to accept him.

  41. Gary July 26, 2014 at 3:27 pm

    I’ve been really enjoying the new direction of your writing.

  42. Ironthumb January 8, 2015 at 11:12 am

    I knew this was going to end badly for the main character like the other stories.

  43. Realist September 11, 2018 at 9:14 am

    Dude you’re a brownskin who moves around the world from place to place and you have the audacity to write a story about gypsies? Maybe the “successful gypsy” is you.