It's resolved. Fucking finally.

We finally managed to set up a meeting with the property manager and her father, the owner of the building.

After much bargaining and some yelling where they accused us of having abnormally heavy footsteps (!) and I said their employee had harassed us from pretty much the day we moved in, we reached an agreement. We will pay them the rent for December and drop our Regie complaint and they will tear up our lease. We'll be moving into our new apartment on Dec. 5 - my fiancee has already asked our new, extremely nice and competent superintendent what kind of muffins he prefers as she'll be making him a batch after we're settled.

As the manager was leaving, I told her that I bet this will happen again with the next tenants. I gather the janitor is on extremely thin ice as she said, "I'm not doing this a third time." So Douchebag Fuckface better be watching his back, I guess.

Then, we can forget about this place and get on with the ever increasingly stressful task of organising a wedding.

Thanks for all your advice and help - you guys helped keep me sane while this shitshow was ongoing.