I knew right away this would not be a pleasant encounter. She gave me a disapproving glance, then saw my ticket and sharply said:

— “Young man, I always sit on the lower bunk. Move over.”

I calmly replied, showing her my arm in a cast:

— “Sorry, but I have a fracture. I specifically chose this spot because I can’t climb to the upper bunk.”

She stared at me, then suddenly raised her voice:

— “So what? You young people have no respect! I’m older than you, and you’re hogging the seat! Where’s your conscience?”

The noise in the hallway increased, and I could tell she was playing to an audience. Just then, a man in his forties appeared, well-built, well-dressed, and wearing an expensive watch. It became clear that the woman was probably just trying to get the lower bunk so she could flirt with him.

After I refused, she sat across from me, squeezed herself close to the man, and immediately started flirting with him. I couldn’t believe her behavior.

That’s when it hit me—this woman needed a lesson. Not through shouting or causing a scene, but something a bit more… refined.

I took out my phone, opened the camera, and began recording. Then I said calmly:

— “You know, I’ve recorded everything. Your yelling, your pressure, and ignoring medical advice. And here’s the interesting part—you’re a civil servant, right? I see your Ministry of Education badge on your bag.”

Her face went pale.

— “I could send this video to the ministry with a note about how you treat people with disabilities, how you manipulate and insult others. I’m sure they’d be very interested.”

The man beside her quietly chuckled and moved away. She sat there, looking as if she’d been doused with cold water.

— “I… I didn’t mean it like that…” she stammered, her earlier arrogance gone.

I replied calmly, “I hope next time you think twice before demanding something from others by shouting and pressuring them.”

I put my phone away, and she spent the rest of the trip silently in her seat, no longer flirting or making any more remarks.