I go in an aeroexpress, and in front of me a young family couple explores the relationship. A quarrel on all the rules: here is the whistling by the phone (to a man), and the pulling out of the bags (to a woman), and a light mess (to the two), and screaming on the whole car: “Dumb... goat... you went... I will go and take my son...” (women), and tears (women), and a mournful silence (male). In general, the usual scene, average after a long vacation between tired people, one of whom is in an existential PMS crisis.
I was talking on the phone at this time and the interlocutor, hearing all these cries, asks what is happening.

And I answer him loudly, that is literally in my eyes becomes one free man more, you imagine... here is literally 5 minutes and all, well, plus 2 months for divorce... and I am here so first in line, ah... no, I don’t know about their property... yeah, the child is, one... yeah, it’s not scary, it’s only 25% of alimony from p/p... yeah, cute... yeah, like...

The couple stopped and watched me. I said this and smiled at the man. And the man smiled to me in response, and when he moved from his wife to another row, he turned to me a couple of times and we still smiled to each other. His wife cried a little more, stood up, nodded to me in contempt and moved to her husband, where something began to gently whistle and kiss him in the neck. When they came out of the car, she held him firmly under her arm and looked at me a couple of times.

I am a fairy. I saved a couple from divorce.