For work, you have to frequently go on business trips. I was travelling from St. Petersburg to Volgograd. The road is not close, more than a day in the way, so the ticket was taken in advance and on the lower shelf in the coupe car.



I arrived at the station later than I expected – the train was already standing at the perron. I rushed to my car. Having presented my passport and ticket to the guide, I went inside and started to go to my seat.



To my surprise, it was all packed with someone’s bags and suitcases. On the next shelf was a girl with a girl, and the upper shelves were empty.



I asked the young mother if she knew whose things were. She replied that all this was brought by some young people, and then they all went somewhere.



Nothing to do, I decided to wait until the owner of things announced. He put his bag on the floor, and he himself set up from the very edge, as there was virtually no free space.



It was ten minutes, and the train touched from the place, and the owner of things did not announce. I was already thinking about what to do with all this when the door of the coupe opened and a woman in her 50s entered.



She greeted me, made a little bit of cheer that she had so many bags and asked me to help her put them on the shelf for things. Somehow they all managed to fit in this limited space, but one suitcase did not enter and went under my shelf.



After the guide checked the tickets, they began to prepare for sleep. The girl laid her daughter the lower shelf, and prepared for herself the upper one. I also laid my shelf, but the woman was not in a hurry.



When everything was ready, I offered the ladies to change clothes, and I left the shop. To my surprise, a woman from the upper shelf followed me. Then there was this dialogue:



“Young man, I have a great request for you...you could exchange shelves with us.



With us? You seem to be alone...



I still have an elderly mom in my car. It was not possible to get tickets in one car. Are you changing places with her?



You fucking give it. What kind of regiment do you have?



The upper...



I have to say that I am a educated and polite person. But the very fact that I was offered to change the coupe for a placard already annoyed me very much. There is also the upper regiment.



The problem is that my height is 1.92 cm, and that’s one of the reasons I prefer to drive in a coupe – there my long legs don’t bother anyone.



I tried to explain to the woman these nuances, and suggested that she put her mother on my lower shelf, and I would go in a coupe on her top. Let her go to the placard. I think that was a normal decision in the current situation.



But the woman began with tears in her eyes begging me to enter the position - because an elderly person needs special care, if little at night will need. Therefore, it is necessary that they and their mother drive in the same coupe.



I don’t like women’s tears... In general, I gave in to conspiracies, took my suitcase and went with this woman into a placard car. There was an elderly woman there. When her daughter told her the news, she was very happy. She began to say that it was uncomfortable, and that she would somehow climb up and go here.



But the woman began to whisper at her so that she would silently do what she was told. Then I took her by the hand and literally pulled after her. That was a bit strange, of course...



Ten minutes later, already lying on my new seat, I suddenly remembered that I forgot a bottle of water in that bowl, and I wanted to drink. In general, I went back, the good of the cars turned out to be neighbors.



As I entered my former car, I immediately saw the same woman in the passage. She stood by my back and was talking to someone on the phone. I approached closer and heard the following:



I told you it would work out! And you set up your own – take two seats in the coupe at once, take two seats in the coupe at once... I know, unlike you, how to save money. What about Mom? He sits, bubbles under his nose, that it is uncomfortable to bother people so much...Who agreed? One man, a real fool. My grandmother’s tears! The woman laughed here. I know when I need to, if you don’t know. Okay, let’s go, or maybe Mom there is now her long tongue loosened and filled with excess neighbor...



Everything inside me boiled, but I tried to take myself in my hands. She never noticed that I was literally standing behind her back. I stumbled my finger into her shoulder, she turned around and almost shouted out of surprise.



I went back for my bag. Then I proposed to this naked lady to return to the first option (I in the top coupe, her mother in the bottom, and she herself in the placard), as it hurt my grandmother.



She started to get angry that I wasn’t a man, and all that. I told her that it was better to be a man like me than a daughter like her. And I suggested that she call the train manager to resolve the matter in his presence... Then she shuddered and accepted my suggestion.