It was given to me at the May holidays to go on a business trip to the Crimea, the hero-city of Sevastopol. At public expense I decided to go to the coupe. The road was going to be long, so I stocked up with the new book by Sergey Lukyanenko “Twilight Watch” and at the right time, lounging on my lower shelf, plunged into an exciting reading. A young man turned out to be a neighbor in the compartment, on the opposite lower shelf, a clear sailor in terms of bearing and behavior. He also took out a book and we, in complete silence without exchanging a word, silently rushed to meet the south, the sun and the sea. Nobody came to the top shelves in our compartment.

As time went on, the conductor collected the tickets, issued a bed, invited to come over for tea. In general - the trip promised to be calm and immersed in reading. Between the chapters, I even managed to sleep a couple of hours. And this, as it later turned out, helped me a lot. Sailor, constantly reading, not falling asleep, so that when it got dark - he turned off the light and fell asleep. He even began to snore. And on the contrary I could not sleep at all. Sitting in a dark compartment, I looked at the passing stations, villages, some kind of detached houses and just the pitch darkness of forests and fields. As it turned out - it was just a lunar eclipse - the moon hid in the shadow of the Earth, and it became completely dark. Well, at least, not for long.

First Russian customs passed, then Ukrainian. Slightly disturbed, we again lay down - the guy snoring, and I - looking out the window. My thoughts were far away, and I just lost track of time. He was very surprised when the train quickly slipped through some suburban villages and jumped out onto the brightly lit railway station. The first platform. In spite of the late hour, people were bustling under the windows, shouting “Pies! Patties! "," Vodka, beer, mineral! "," We change bucks for khokhlobaksy! " city. Curving, looked at the wall of the station under the roof and read - Dnipropetrovsk.

On the aisle people quietly flooded. There was a rustling, obviously opening the door to the next compartment. The conductor's voice said:

- There is one free top ... see the following.

Two more short steps were heard, which did not prevent them from catching the sound of small heels in their sound. Obviously, a woman was walking along the corridor accompanied by a guide. “Really to us?” A thought flashed through my mind, and I with a sharp movement pulled away from the window, lay on my side facing the table and squeezed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Literally after a moment, timidly snapped the lock of the door of our compartment, and the baleen face of the conductor stuck into the opened slot. His professional glance quickly ran over the shelves and, taking his head out of the compartment, he said to someone behind him:

- And here the top two are free. Good for you?

Apparently he received an affirmative answer, because he pulled the door to the side, opening it to the maximum, and he walked away to the side, passing our new fellow traveler into the compartment. I must say that I could only see the fellow traveler through the eyelashes as a silhouette, because the compartment was dark and the fluorescent lamps glowed brightly in the passage. And this bright light, which made me squint even more, was suddenly blocked by a graceful figure. My eyes ran up to her, so I first saw two small shoes on a small heel that didn’t cause inconvenience, but made the legs on which he was wearing be slimmer and slimmer. These shoes reached, somewhere to the ankles, right after them, narrow trousers began, apparently jeans, blue. They were so narrow that I could even with such poor lighting notice the incredible slimness of the legs, which rose like birch trees ...

... When my eyes reached the place where these legs went - my heart beat so fast that it seemed it was impossible to hear his knock even in the next compartment. The legs did not converge at one point, but ended at a short distance from one another, as is the case with women, especially thin or simply deprived of excess weight. But between the legs, the silhouette of plump sponges was clearly drawn, between which a cloth of soft jeans mercilessly crashed. I was no longer able to look up higher, staring through not tightly closed eyelashes at this creature of nature.

Remembering that we “both sleep”, I figured that this cat would have to change clothes in order to climb onto the upper shelf and go to bed, go to the toilet, most likely, would be lazy, and she would probably change clothes right in the compartment. “Yes, Yes, Yes !!!” I thought out of habit, a little regretting that it was far from reaching for a camera that could be turned on in night mode and try to shoot this random striptease. But I was disappointed. "Oh, damn ...", just flashed through my head when I discovered that, following the graceful silhouette of a girl, a man’s profile was being squeezed into the compartment, or rather even a boy’s profile. A couple. It's a pity. Well - you can not shoot, so just admire the girl.

And I continued to inspect its surroundings. With difficulty, looking away from the stunning ass, which is in profile, covered with thin jeans, looked just incomparable. Not too lush, not too flat - these are the two amazing roundness of the oval, which you don’t see so often on the streets, but from which it’s extremely difficult to tear your eyes off when meeting you, and if you are lucky and such an ass will stick to you in transport - a half hour erection . A naked body with a beautiful profile of not pumped up, but just a slender tummy was clearly visible over the edge of the dzhinikov, a thin, hb-shnaya snow-white shirt began just above. Breast girl, alas, almost was not. The profile clearly shows only two pointed cone, so cute in adolescence, but regrettable in older age. The glance slid over the neat girl's head, and I understood everything. Beautiful white hair was removed by the ears, and the length of them just below the shoulders made the girl something like a schoolgirl. And then I sobered up - “E-mine! So she's just very young! ” The girl was from the age of 18. Not more. It immediately became clear where this thin slimness came from, where this pointed breast came from ... But the guy was, if not one-year-old girl, then a maximum of one or two years older.

They whispered and whispered quietly, standing next to me, laying the mattress and laying the blankets on it on a shelf above me. The guys did not take the bed. Meanwhile, the train started moving - Dnepropetrovsk station slowly sailed past the window, in our compartment it became noticeably darker. Only rare street lamps and the light from the passage slightly illuminated a slender couple. “Well, I’ll see how I can change clothes, at least,” I thought. But here I was mistaken - the guys first went somewhere for a couple of minutes, then returned with an obvious smell of tobacco smoke, and after a moment, right in the shoes and in outerwear, they climbed onto the shelf above me. They did not even lay the second regiment. Of course, with their thinness, they alone were enough. They still fumbled a little there, I saw at first one girl's shoe, already taken off the leg, put on the shelf for luggage over the door, and then the second. For a moment, a small feminine leg hung from the shelf, on which a blue sock with some kind of pattern was stretched and immediately slipped back onto the shelf. I could see nothing more and there was only a play of shadows, yes, the edges of the blankets and outerwear flashing periodically over their shelves made it clear that they still fit.

The train all flew forward, to the south. The wheel spinning completely lulled me, and my closed eyes simply began to stick together, I began to fall asleep.I do not know what made me suddenly throw up, open my eyes and listen. Probably, the sound of a quiet, but still obvious kiss, coming from the top shelf. Or maybe the silhouette of someone's head, looking out ...