When I decided to spend a vacation with my beloved grandmother, I could not imagine how it would turn out. I thought I would be eating strawberries, sleeping in a hammock and lying on the beach. But that was not the case, because the relative clearly has a plan for how to arrange my personal life. And try to prove that I am not at all interested in all this nonsense, and the candidate chosen as a groom is not at all eager to become my lover. But when my warlike granny goes on the warpath, all that remains is to come to terms with it. Or not?