Sometimes there is such an inappropriate companion in the train that it seems like you are driving in different directions with him.

Meeting a good companion is great luck. This, at least, saves on subsequent visits to a psychologist.

I often travel by train. I try to reduce the risks and buy SV. Yes, cheap, but look above on saving on a psychologist. The tactic is not perfect, of course. In a classic four-seater coupe, there is a chance that you will at least be differentiated. One by one, like in a cage. If two hamsters meet, then okay. What about two tigers?

I recently discussed this topic quite in detail with my next companion in the Coupé SV.

The first part of the journey we tactically silenced with him. He looked out the window, I was in the mirror at the door. When we realized that we were not a threat to each other, we separated.

This guy was my alter ego. He approached the issues of joint travel no less sensitively than I did.

The assistant complained about various "inadequates", as he himself called them, repeatedly hit him in the trains.

One breaks down the chicken, not looking at the neighbor, with the enthusiasm of Jack the Destroyer. The other is with a glass. The third endlessly taroters on the mobile phone, so by the end of the trip you know more about him than his own wife. And the fourth stands over you at night, sleeping and watching.

The last example from his story interested me. I asked the attendant to share the details.

“You know,” he told me, “I once drove in a SUV with a man, like you do now. In appearance normal like a man, cockroaches do not run on the head. We went to sleep. In the middle of the night, I open my eyes – and he stands over me and looks. He looks straight in the face. Do you imagine? Like a giraffe.”

Of course I presented. I immediately became uncomfortable. I even rushed and supported the companion in his noble anger. How many freaks in the world, you should.

We talked with the companion about this, without a broken chicken and a glass, and, pleased with each other, went to bed.

In the middle of the night I suddenly woke up. I opened my eyes.

Buy it trembled. The curtains and walls were on the sidewalk. The glasses jumped out of metal glasses.

My companion snorted so that the blood was sprinkling in the veins. It seemed that with its snoring it pulled space and time into itself, like a black hole.

Suddenly, the companion took the highest note in the night, strangely shrugged, and it was as if something had broken up inside him. and all. There was complete silence.

I lay down for a few seconds until I began to sweat out of fear.

There are so many different fascinating stories about breathing disorders and death in sleep. I, as a well-deserved hypocondric of all Russia, knew all about this from reliable sources, from anonymous people on the Internet.

I stood up and cautiously, on chickens, approached the neighbor. In the dark, I did not find my glasses on the table. I bowed to the companion to look him in the face.

And when I finally saw that the companion’s eyes were safely closed, he safely opened them.

“Oh! “He said another bad word, Matt.

I went back under my blanket and hid.

The driver turned a little, and after some time the rescue whisper came from the side again.

I lay down and thought that he wasn’t such a fric, that man from the history of my companion. He also probably wanted to save a human life.