I was nineteen. My father is Moscow. One day I went to visit relatives. I don’t remember why or why, but I’m standing on the railroad, waiting for the electric car. On the contrary, another perron. He came, stood and left. People in front of me slowly absorb... but suddenly I notice the girl. She is about 25 years old, cute, slim. It is obviously nervous.. passing men and grandmothers look at her, turn around, chick, show the finger... In a couple of minutes I realized: a problem happened to the girl. Apparently, on the road, she suddenly had women’s days. She shrugged her light coat. The company of young people, in general, she whispered... The girl was all confused, compressed, bored... pressed to the pillar and cried. Suddenly, a guy approaches her... appears to be 17-18, no more... I thought, “Well, another goat!” I decided to go to her... at least...
And suddenly I see... the guy takes off a light jersey and binds his sleeves around the girl’s waist. In short, I covered the girl... She stumbled... And I...
The boy took a good step in his business. The girl recalled in a few seconds:
Oh yeah! The guy! Thank you very much!
The boy looked around, smiled, shrugged her hand... and dissolved in the crowd.
Not a boy... a man. In the big letter...