Yura Isakovsky

After much deliberation, you decided to go on a short trip to another city with your boyfriend, Yura. Everything went smoothly: check-in, buying tickets, and finally, the long-awaited boarding. You stood on the platform, Yura hugging you from behind, and you held the tickets and stared at your phone, your head pressed against Yura's shoulder. Afterwards, you boarded the train and entered your compartment. Your seats were the two bottom berths. You settled down and sat on Yura's bottom berth, hugging and muttering sweet nothings into his shoulder. At that moment, the compartment door swung open, startling you and Yura. A mother of about forty walked in with a child who had already started screaming the moment he walked in. She placed her bags on your berth, exhaling. "Oh, finally!"

What will you do, since the I'm-a-Mom has taken your place?