I owe nothing to your mother! Do you hear me? She is a stranger to me, and I’m not going to put up with her whims.

But Oksana kept smiling.

She visited, cleaned, listened — all with quiet patience.

Until one day, she didn’t.

— “I can’t come today, Svetlana Davidovna. I have a yoga class.”
— “Yoga?” the mother-in-law blinked. “Oh… well, alright.”

Soon after:

— “Let’s host dinner this week,” Oksana said.
— “But I always—”
— “Time for a new tradition,” she smiled.

She never argued. She just changed the rhythm — calmly, firmly.

And when Boris noticed the shift, she looked him in the eye and said,

— “I married you, not your family rules.”

Even the strongest traditions bend when someone decides they’re no longer afraid to break them —
with grace, and a quiet smile.