That day, she returned home from work, climbed to her floor, and saw a horrifying sight: her ex-mother-in-law standing at her door with a locksmith in a blue uniform, working on the lock. The mother-in-law barked orders at him, urging him to “hurry up.” The woman froze, then shouted:

— What are you doing?!

The mother-in-law didn’t even turn around:

— We’re here to take what belongs to us.

— Are you out of your mind? Your son and I divorced three years ago. This is my apartment!