I loaded up in the train, there were already two middle-aged men, a fourth passenger, a girl with a three-and-a-half-year-old boy, pulled in a couple of minutes. The boy was crying and his mother hugged him. Yes, I thought, I was not lucky. Well, sometimes, mothers with small children also have to go somewhere. For such occasions, I have headphones and relaxing music. Once I was driving in a couch with a baby, so I slept all night under Enigma.

And here is our shop - on the upper shelves of men, on the lower I and a girl with a child. But here the door of the coupe opens and enters exactly the same girl, the sister twin of our passenger and also with a small child. Probably they couldn’t get tickets in one coupe. The girls sit in front of me and start to talk, the children whisper and sneeze, the moms do not pay attention to them, only from time to time they write out the children's backbones... In general, the buttocks. Then a genius thought came to my mind.

Girl, and let me change places with you, you are not comfortable going in different coupe? I am talking to the twins.

Oh, but I have the upper shelf there, and you have the lower, she answers.

About this nothing, I love the upper shelves - I answered with enthusiasm (it's true, you roll to your own pleasure, no one breaks your egg shell on your head, just when you bought a ticket were only the lower ones). I gladly picked up my bag. Oh yes! I thought it was a combo. I did a good deed, helped my mother with the child and with tangible benefit for myself! My enthusiasm was somewhat eased, the heavy, burning with untransmitted emotions look of men – Ъуъ sūka, read in their eyes...In the new coupe was an elderly family couple and a guy, should we say how they were happy with my appearance)