In the 2000s, when I was 18, I persuaded my mother to let me go to my family in Dnipropetrovsk (Ukraine). We went every year, but this time it didn’t work.

Only 3 days on the train and I was in Moscow) there I had to sit in the waiting room at 6 a.m. and move onto another train to Dnipro.

In the train, I met my family: my mother and two graduate sons were going to Peter to enroll. And here we sit with them in the waiting room, Mom went out to buy something. They are waiting for their train, I am my own. by Boltaem. And here are 3 bulls, I saw such necks for the first time (do not hold hands) and begin to calmly press us so. Give them all the money or we’ll break your legs right away. A lot of people around us, but all at one time stuck in newspapers, magazines. Even the grandmothers fell asleep. To say that it was scary is to say nothing. My mom put my money in the underwear on the way and I already imagined how to get the money from there in the middle of the station. When they caught one of the guys, his mother appeared far away and she cried. It’s not just apologizing for what’s happening. Namely, a wild scream on the whole station and here immediately the police, who looked at us peacefully began to confuse and reassure her. The chiefs left quietly. It was a great experience for me to behave unstandardly in difficult situations and not hope for a large crowd of people.