I had a very warm friendship with my husband’s mother. We often go out together or go to the cinema. One day I was driving to the country, and in the traffic jams a man tried to meet me. I removed him, of course, and she said to me, “Well, what are you? A nice man and wealthy, you see. I would meet.” I look at her with the eyes of 5 copies, and here she, knocking herself on the forehead: "Oh, yeah, I forgot."