As always on the first day of menstruation, She felt worse than no-where. Despite this, I had to sit at work longer than usual and return home after dark.

However, from the subway windows it was unnoticed.

She waited until she made a place on the bench, and sat down on her, not paying the slightest attention to other volunteers. She was dizzy and weak legs, she flowed like a Titanic, and was absolutely not to blame for the fact that by habit she looked the best.

She opened the book and fell asleep over it before turning the page. The ears, being disconnected last, still had time to hear: “Gently, the doors are closing ... Next station ...” A mechanical female voice shut up in mid-sentence. She fell into a dream.

The misdemeanor of the station supervisor, popularly known as the “red cap” for the service part of the toilet, cannot be explained. It is well known that her duty is to deface the train before sending it to the depot. Why this time she passed by the sleeping beauty, remains unknown. But it passed. And even glanced at the girl. And even though it looked like a thief. But the step did not slow down and signaled, as if nothing had happened that the train was free. So that...

... She woke up because someone touched her shoulder. She opened her eyes and wanted to open them again, because it was completely dark around. The second time the eyes did not want to open, and I had to be content with what we had. There was no one around.

Darkness manifested itself as a photo. At first the railing gleamed, then the windows appeared. The empty cars seemed huge in the dark. Rare kidney llamas on the walls of the tunnel cast shaggy gol-nasty shadows in different directions.

Gradually, eyesight was accustomed to the darkness enough to take a good look at the situation and be terrified of it. One, at night, in an empty locked car, which will be served on the line no earlier than tomorrow morning. And, the most disgusting thing is this stiff immobility, the fear of one motion to spill everything that has accumulated in the hold. Plus, sorry, a small need, which in half an hour will turn into a real torture.

She would have burst out laughing from hopelessness, but she was afraid to make sharp movements. So just laughed in a whisper.

- Goodnight. How did you sleep? - Suddenly said the mechanical female go-los. The one that is recorded on the tape and announces the names of the stations.

“There is no place worse ...” For some reason, she was not only not frightened, but was not even surprised. Everything that happened was life-saving, like a dream.

“It's a pity,” not a single emotion sounded in the Voice. He sounded loud, surrendering to all the cars.

- I'm sorry, too. - She looked around slyly, like Alice. - And who are you?

- And who are you? - repeated the voice. He sat down for half a tone, as happens when the tape recorder “pulls” the film.

- I am nobody.

“I am nobody,” repeated the Voice. And for some reason he added:

- Station "Culture Park".

- How do you know? - She asked.

“The next station is Oktyabrskaya,” said Golos. - I know how to fulfill your wishes.

- Any?

- Yes.

- Take me Home.

“I can't,” the voice sat down again. - Doors are closing.

- And you say - any.

“Any,” repeated the Voice, and added again:

- Careful. Doors are closing.

She thought: “Then make me dry and clean. I can fall asleep. ” But asking for it out loud was embarrassing. Therefore, she said:

- Then back off and do not bother me to sleep.

“Your desire has been heard and will be fulfilled,” said the Voice indifferently, and disconnected.

Half a minute later, filled with nervous anticipation, She saw in the next carriage three large orange spots similar to a straightened tangerine peel. The spots were approaching, and She suddenly realized that the orange spots were nothing more than road jackets for the workers. Spa Sena, she thought, and shouted:

- Hey guys! Get me out of here!

The guys walked towards her, but they did not accelerate the step. There was something in their walk, which made her uncomfortable.When one of the spots, reaching the locked door, squeezed into a tight rubber slot, She almost wetted with horror.

The second spot, not reaching the door, flew out the window and walked around the vestibule outside, after which it easily jumped into the nearest open window of Her car. The third spot just disappeared, so that after a moment it appeared a meter away from it.

When the whole trio came closer, she was able to see what was hiding under the bright uniform jackets. It cannot be said that these were people, but the similarities with people were striking. The fact that jumped in the window, it looked like a handsome boy of eighteen. What squeezed through the door wore the image of a strong man over forty. What came close by itself turned out to be a provocatively beautiful woman of about twenty-five.

All three were pale, silent, good-looking. After removing the jester's jacket, they were in the evening toilets on a naked body.

She understood who they were and why they came. I realized that there is nothing to talk with them about and for nothing. Then she turned to Golos, putting him guilty of all the disgraces.

- I want to live till morning! - She screamed. - You throw me these things!

In response, a car rustled through the carriages, which happens on an erased part of the cassette. And verse.

She understood that resisting the shadows would be more expensive. And she let herself be undressed without picking. Their hands were gentle and nimble, they did not come up with tenderness and behaved, one might say, in a businesslike way.

Stripping her naked and spreading her legs, they set a queue to the spring. First, squelching and smacking, a man fell on her girlfriend. He drank greedily, unceremoniously. His hands were on her thighs, and it was strange to her that from the icy fingers she could spread such strong, feverish, fever over the body.

This guy was probably the main one, because he drank almost everything that happened. His guttapervy language penetrated to the very bottom, licking the blood to the drop. Finally, he was satisfied and, having recoiled, lay down on the next shop with such a look as if he expected that tomorrow's "News" would bring him and turn on the football match on the box. The blood was black on his cheeks like weekly stubble.

The woman was here for a different need. What she gave to understand, easily patting Her on the lower abdomen. For the moisture accumulated there, this invitation was enough. She began to shamefully urinate on her unexpected nurse, and she deftly smeared on the body that did not have time to swallow ...

By the way! I completely forgot to say that by this time our heroine had been tied up with such excitement that she risked crushing her teeth tightly. From her, the cry was long overdue, but imagine, she was afraid to frighten off three polite deliverers. Therefore, she tried to catch the buzz as quietly as a schoolgirl in a closet.

And yet she moaned when, after replacing the satiated girl, a boy fell to her lower mouth. This one freed her from something secret, from un-named and inconspicuous dirt. In passing, after having licked clean everything that was left outside, he penetrated under the skin, foamed his heart with champagne, inflated his lungs, like children's balloons. It seemed to her that she was rising into the air. Or maybe it was so. She poured out with some perennial silt, which she had never known before. The boy laundered her body and soul to a starchy, crisp whiteness. Laundered from the last moldy little thought, from the last wormy memory.

How did he do it? She did not know and did not want to know it. Even when it was in the final, agony-like convulsions. These cramps were - happiness. This happiness was - emptiness ...

After lying through eternity without a single movement, without a single thought, She very nicely and looked around. Three disappeared, taking with them a jacket. Whatever you say, but the desire was fulfilled. Dry and clean, she was ready to sleep peacefully.

“Thank you,” she said to Voice, getting dressed.

- Not at all ... - It seemed to her, or embarrassment in the voice really flashed. - The next station "October".

“I don't want them to go away for good,” She said.

“Monthly blood is love,” said the Voice. - They'll be back. Just do not call them too often.

“Good,” she said.- I dream all this, right?

- Careful. Doors are closing...

- Well, tell me, dream? Dreaming? “She began to cry.”

“The next station is Oktyabrskaya,” a voice slid down and karika-turno basil, as if the tape had stuck thoroughly.

“Yes,” she said. - I dream about it. It's a pity...

With these words, She stretched out on the bench and turned to the back of her face. Music flowed from the speakers as quietly as rain. Something from the Well-Tempered Clavira, if I'm not mistaken.