Neighbor kicked me out of my own cabin — and then found out who I really am…..

Everything is officially registered, the plot is not subject to alienation. Look for yourself.» She looked.

Then again, at me. «The plot was abandoned for more than two years. By law, we have the right to declare it ownerless, and you’re nobody here.

That’s a lie, I live here. I went on a business trip, but paid taxes, dues. I’ll show you.»

«Show it in court,» she sharply replied. «That’s all, office hours are over. I left.»

I felt sick inside. Not from the dispute, but from how calmly she lied, as if she knew she had backing behind her, or protection, or just the fear of the others. But if she thought I would give up, then she miscalculated me badly.

I didn’t lose my cool. I just started gathering everything I needed. Step by step, without shouting, but with cold determination.

Returning to the city, I first contacted a lawyer. Not from an ad. My old acquaintance.

Andrew Johnson, a distinguished attorney, helped me back in my service days. He was risky, but honest like a surgeon during an autopsy. And he didn’t tolerate amateurism.

No calls, no letters from yourself. Only official requests. Understood? I understood.

We started with the main thing. Filed a statement about unlawful seizure of the plot. In parallel, I sent notifications to the district attorney’s office.

Then a request to the archives about the land status. Everything strictly by law. Everything on time.

Meanwhile, I decided to visit the community association again. Unofficially. Just to see what’s happening.

And you know what? On my plot, they were already building something. Right on the site of the old sauna, they were digging a trench. And near the fence stood bags of cement.

What’s this? I asked the neighbor, Nicholas, who lived two houses away. He lowered his eyes. What? They said it would be an office space for the board.

Like, you abandoned the plot, and now they’re doing improvements. I clenched my teeth. Didn’t answer.

Turned and left. But inside everything was boiling. It was clear.

Someone had already carved up my land. And they were confident nothing would happen to them. Confidence is scarier than a weapon.

Three days later, Andrew Johnson called me. Found something interesting. They don’t even have a transfer deed.

Just a note from the board and photos. Everything in a hurry. This case will fall apart in court if we don’t allow negligence.

Let’s go together. I got in the car, and we went not to the cabin, but to the county administration. There we were met by the deputy head.

A young woman, businesslike, but apparently not used to visits with attorneys. Who are you? Andrew laid down the documents. We are those who want to get back what’s ours.

She read. Her gaze changed. Restraint turned to wariness.

You should talk to the chairperson of the homeowners association. We already did. I spoke for the first time that day…