Claustrophobia
He himself is small in growth, thin, in the ears golden sores, on the head baldness, which is impressively framed and emphasized by the fire-red hair collected on the back of the head in a rat tail. And also red moustaches, like the telemaster... In one word – not Alain Delon and not even Fernando, but my classmate loves him and she probably more visible. So, if you get used to the uncompromising appearance, the man is sociable and not stupid at all. His name is Ruslan. Today he has his own cozy music store, and in the distant 90s Ruslan went to Moscow every week for a variety of jewelry. Everything happened: he was robbed by menta, then by bandits, and from the train he was behind, and once with cakes on the road he was so miserable that he only got home in a month. Although without money, but alive and with pockets full of recipes...
But more than anyone else, I fell in love with one of his stories, in which the twisted mind of a small unprofitable man crushed the bowls with a stupid, rough force.
The train “Lviv – Moscow”.
It was lucky for Ruslan to drive in the same coupe with a brigade of cut off freezers. Three pumped puzzles in sports costumes are the same on the face - as you want, so put out. Naturally, the "passenger" in eyebrows and with a red blade did not immediately like them, but was very interested in the fact that he never broke up with a large belt bag. And they were right – there was money and a lot. Thro the day, the brigade was spinning into the cards, smoking his non-smoking neighbor.
Ruslan suffered, but he never decided to make a comment. Apparently, they were just waiting for at least a spoon from his perron...
Sometimes the fighters went on to whisper and even wrote each other spacious letters with the following comments such as:
If you do, you can not go to Moscow at all.
It must run...
Ruslan, depicting a dream, saddened on the upper shelf, he felt that it was about him and not even about him, but about his delicious belt bag.
What to do? Ask the driver for another place? But the car was blocked until rejection. Trying to go with someone? What will he tell them? “Could you change places with me? There I have a gorgeous upper shelf in a procured coupe and three rods, with broken noses and filled fists.
By how naïve they behaved with people in the hallway, and he was not even said a rude word, it was clear that the "hop-stop" was planned for later. closer to night.
Go out to the corridor and sit there on a penny is not an option, firstly, their rabbits are already sitting there, and secondly, you will not sit out all night. Time works against him, and nothing clever comes to mind.
Ruslan began to remember that he had such a weapon? There is no knife, but there is a gun. Large, black, metal firearm pistol, Ruslan carried it just for such cases, but one thing to "carry" and another - to try to scare someone... If in the darkness on the street, everywhere went, and here in twenty centimeters from criminal mords, and even in bright light, you will immediately notice a spicy detail that there is no hole in the trunk. If there were a hole, how would it be?
Take off the goat bag!
Oh yeah! You are the goats! Hands up, you are all arrested!! to
A complete lie... Even thinking about it is unpleasant. Without money, but with a gun in the rectum... no, not an option.
What else is in stock? An old, outdated passport, toothbrush, paste and a thick pack of money. All in all.
The brigade below spoke that we will soon move to Dnieper and suddenly
Roosevelt was shot in the head with a crazy idea. This is either a pan, or you will remain without a penny.
The train flew over the Dnieper, Ruslan suddenly jumped out of the shelf, sharply clogged the door and knocked on the castle. Then he quickly broke his shoe, pulled out his passport from his pocket and thoroughly wiped out with the curtain. The bulls, quietly, watched his every move.
Ruslan then pulled the gun out of the bag and, holding it only with his sleeve, also wiped it with the curtain. Then quickly but firmly wrapped the passport to the pistol, opened the window and threw the "package" exactly to the place where not every bird will fly.
He opened the door, jumped into the corridor and quietly entered back to his upper shelf.
After an imminent pause, the brigade silently left the coupe, five minutes later the confused morrowroots returned, quickly gathered their few things and said:
- Well, we have already arrived, goodbye, happy you way and good luck in
The affairs.

Half an hour later, two girls and a guy looked carefully at the door and said:
Were there three men in that car?
and Ruslan:
Yes, and what then?
- We are from the neighboring placard car, they came and asked us with them.
Changing seats in the coupe, they said they had claustrophobia.