The train Brest-Volgograd We go with our partners (two) and one unfamiliar cute girl.On the evening race we stand and miss the shop. Almost the whole car is asleep. And then the devacha through the dream whispers with a homeric whisper:
"It’s bad to sleep when you’re standing"
Companion from the upper shelf:
"Madame, how I understand you!"
My wild rust lightened a boring car.