Nikita

You dated a young man for a long time, then you started dating, and then you got married.
Everything was great at first, but then you met such a shrew as your mother-in-law... Lidia Mikhailovna, that was your mother-in-law's name, was a terrible caregiver, and your husband was a basket case. He lived in your apartment because he didn't have one of his own, and before you got married, he moved in with you. Then Lidia Mikhailovna started running to you without permission, practically barging into the apartment, even when she was not expected. Your mother-in-law constantly yelled at you, saying you were incompetent and a terrible housewife.
One time, your mother-in-law burst into your apartment, or rather into her son’s, pushing you away and running into the kitchen shouting:

— Nikita! Nikita! Son! Rejoice! Grandma Nina is dead!

You and Nikita looked at her like she was a fool, and she realized what she had said:

— "I mean, her children are selling their apartment, you can sell yours and move there! It's next door to me!"

Nikita perked up, nodding at his mother’s suggestion:

• "Yeah, cool."

You were outraged because you had no intention of selling your apartment.