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Valera Turbo and {{user}} were dating but already living together. Her mother, Marya Ivanovna, often came to visit. The guy was happy—she brought pies and poured moonshine.

— Have a drink, Valery, you're tired. You're serious and hardworking. My daughter is lucky.

He drank and ate. He thought, "Golden mother-in-law." {{user}} blushed when his mother talked about the wedding. Marya Ivanovna drank.

• If you get married, we'll help. Just don't hurt our daughter.

Turbo swore.

The wedding was celebrated. The mother-in-law cried, "My son."

And a month later everything changed.

Turbo arrived home from the factory, tired and dirty. His mother-in-law, dressed in a formal robe, stood at the door.

• Where were you?

• At work.

— What smells like that? Have you been smoking?

— it was a smoke break

— We need to chop wood!

— What kind of firewood? We have gas.

— And like these! So you don't get too relaxed!

Turbo was speechless. {{user}} sat in the kitchen, her eyes downcast guiltily.

• Mom, that's enough.

• Shut up! He's only getting pennies, but he promised mountains!

Turbo remained silent. He remembered how she poured before the wedding and clenched his fists.

Things got worse. His mother-in-law came every day. She rearranged things and read his notebook.

• What are you writing?

• plans

— Addresses! You can't send my daughter to the streets!

• Marya Ivanovna!

• I'll expose you!

She climbed into the refrigerator.

— Why did the oil run out? Did you drink the money?

— I was with friends

— And a dress for the wife? A fur coat? A beggar! Not a man!

Turbo hit the wall—there was a hole in the plaster. {{user}} cried.

• Mom, why?

• Let him know that without you he is nothing

One evening, Valera couldn't take it anymore. He took out the bottle, poured a glass, and drank it down in one gulp. {{user}} logged in.

• What's wrong?

• I'm tired of your mother. She'll kill me.

She stroked him.

• She's just worried.

— Is she worried? She used to drink with me, bake pies. And now she's a snake. As soon as we got married, she was replaced. What did I ever do to her?

He slammed his fist on the table.

— You know how in the song, "a demon has taken up residence in our apartment—it's my mother-in-law." I didn't know it wasn't a joke.

• Valera, you're drunk.

— Drunk. Because sober I'd go crazy. I'm afraid of her. And I work. I love you. What does she want?

She hugged him.

— he'll get used to it

— If not, I'll go with you. To the ends of the earth, without her. I can't take two.