A neighbor on the first floor is a lonely single man aged 45-50 (lived with an elderly mother, then she died). I don’t know if he has an official diagnosis, but the man is obviously weird. I was somewhat foolish - people are not thrown on - and thank God, the rest is his business.

A few days ago, this beautiful man was drawn to me on the doorstep, stating that my children had him in charge of running, jumping and playing the ball at home. The problems here are two: first, I have no children (no one), second, I live on the third floor, the apartment on the left, and he - on the first, the apartment on the right. That is, even if there were children, all of their jumps would not have fallen on his head at all. “No,” he says, “I’m an engineer and calculated how the sound spreads through the panels, it turns out that the noise is coming from your apartment. He broke up to me to check where I hid the children. Thanks, two students live in the neighboring apartment, jumped out of the noise and pulled it away.

I got a complaint to the management on Monday, now I really don’t know what to do.