- The landing on the corporate train ... number ... composition is on the third ... at the second platform.

The voice of the announcer came to the bus stop in fragments, but in general it was all clear. My train is at the second platform, departure only half an hour later. I paid off the bus driver and got off the bus last, letting all passengers pass. Of the luggage, I had only a small backpack with a simple student baggage, a couple of bottles of beer and a bottle of brandy, with which I planned, not really bored, to get two days before Moscow, where my friends invited me for the winter holidays.

On the platform, at the entrance to my sixth carriage, there was a girl with two bulky bags, waiting for the conductor to check her ticket. I got up not to disturb anyone with tobacco smoke. Smoked, with nothing to do was considering a girl. 26-30 years, hair, dyed in a light color, has already begun to darken at the roots. Sheepskin coat, jeans, boots just below the knee - everything is as usual on the road. Half-twisted, her round face seemed very pretty. A slightly upturned nose, full lips, large eyes behind glasses on a thin frame endowed her image with subtly irregular features, which made her very pretty.

Having made the last puff, I threw the bull into the nearest urn, took out a passport with a ticket and headed for the conductor. The girl at this time, clutching at one bag with both hands, tried unsuccessfully to throw her inside the car, apparently the bags were not only voluminous, but also heavy.

“Let me help you,” I suggested, “with these words, I took the bag standing on the platform and, I confess, not without difficulty threw it into the vestibule.

- Thank you very much - the fellow traveler exhaustedly smiled and handed me the bag she was holding.

By this time, the conductor returned the documents to me and warned:

- The first coupe, 4th place. 1, 2 - do not occupy office space.

The girl by that moment went up into the vestibule, opened and held the door to the car for me. I got up, picked up the second bag, once again surprised myself to their weight.

- what coupe to you? - I asked.

- Just like you, at first - she smiled.

A pleasant surprise. Not to say that I was counting on something there, but, nevertheless, the society of a pretty lady on the road is much more pleasant than the society of some peasant returning from the watch or grandmother traveling to visit her grandchildren.

Railway station bustle remained outside, the compartment car was half empty. I placed the bags under the bottom seat, received another portion of gratitude in my address, threw my backpack upstairs.

- By the way, my name is Sergey. - I introduced myself, when we took turns in order not to interfere with each other, we took off outer clothing and finally sat down in places.

- Victoria. - She answered. - Can Vika. I feel old when my name is by full name, and sometimes also by middle name. - The girl wrinkled her nose with displeasure.

“Well, call me Seryoi then,” I laughed — although I have no such prejudices.

- Agreed.

Waiting for the departure of the train, the bypass of the conductor and other things familiar to anyone who travels by train, we talked.

Vika 28, married, her husband found a good job in Moscow, in connection with this Vika goes to live with him. There is a daughter, she stayed with Vika's parents for a year until she finished primary school, and there she would get better at a new place and her daughter would grow up to cope with the stress associated with changing school, place of residence and so on.

Judging by the conversation, she loves her husband very much, Vika told about him very enthusiastically. She herself worked as a cashier at a bank, quit in connection with the move, but hopes that after registering in Moscow, it will not be difficult for her to find a similar job in the capital.

I, in turn, talked about myself. Student, 1st year, going to the capital to friends. At the moment, with personal life in any way.I thought to myself about myself, and there was no personal life yet. Somehow quietly switched to "you."

A conductor came, checked the passports and tickets again, offered tea, coffee, sweets. It turned out that during the conversation we missed the train departure, now in the window there were industrial suburbs with small splashes of private houses, garage cooperatives and some lop-sided barracks.

I took out a bottle of beer from my backpack, and with a gesture offered it to Vick.

- No no. - She shook her head. Then she thought. “I’ll take it myself now, when a cart gets out of the dining car.” I am an exemplary wife, ”she laughed,“ rarely drink. Just to make you a company.

- I need to change clothes. - Very simply asked Vika.

- No problem. - I replied. It was easy for me to change clothes myself, under my jeans I had a leotard, I had seized the moment beforehand, and threw them off without straining Vika with requests to turn away or go out. Now I was in these very sports leotards and a T-shirt. In the car drowned well.

I took a cigarette with a cigarette lighter out of my jacket, left the compartment, closed the door behind me and went to the vestibule. At that time, smoking was permitted on the railway; there were no problems with that. There was no one in the vestibule, I leisurely smoked a cigarette, allowing Vika to calmly put himself in order, after which he also slowly, thoughtfully acquainted along the way with the train schedule and railway rules, returned to the compartment.

The girl had time to change clothes, to my arrival she was packing some of her things into a travel bag. Now she was wearing light-colored pants and a flannel shirt. In general, her home appearance was very beautiful, which I decided to tell her.

- You are very cute in home clothes, your husband is very lucky. - I had almost no experience of saying compliments with girls, I myself was frightened by my arrogance and blushed strongly. So much so that he felt how his ears began to burn.

- Thank. - she smiled. - I know.

Vika threw her bag on the luggage rack and suddenly grabbed her neck.

- What's the matter? - I asked.

- I do not know, it seems, I pulled something while luggage dragged from a taxi - Vicki's face wrinkled in pain.

- If you want, I can stretch your muscles. - Looking at her incredulous face, I hurriedly added - I have experience in this.

I must say, I did not greatly exaggerate my skills - in the summer I had a two-month course of massage lessons, after which I repeatedly fixed my skills on all sorts of relatives. Let's just say - I’m far from the therapist-manual, but I could make a high-quality massage and remove the muscle tone for a while.

- Yes, somehow it is not very convenient, - Vika was embarrassed.

- Come on, I do not at all in the burden. Moreover, I do not see other activities here. Loose your neck, or else your blouse may be dented.

- Oh well. - Vic has surrendered.

She sat on my shelf back to me, unbuttoned the top two buttons on the shirt and slightly faked it up, baring her neck. She gathered her hair in a bun and stabbed her invisible on top of her head.

I breathed on my fingers, warming them after a cold bottle of beer, and gently touched her neck, trying to touch her soft and at the same time elastic skin.

Gently groping each of her vertebrae, I went down to the place where the neck passes into the collarbone and, gradually increasing the pressure, I began to find out the location of the pain point.

- Here and a little lower. - prompted Vika.

Well, not bad, as far as I was allowed to judge my little experience, the matter is still in the clamping of the muscle, which I could fix in principle. With careful movements, I began to massage the problem area. Alternating the gentle and power strokes, I tried to remove the spasm, which is very difficult in one session, but the pain should be gone from her.

Unbeknownst to me, the situation in the compartment has changed, as if something has thickened. At least, it was in my feelings. A guy, a beautiful girl, a massage, light alcohol, a closed compartment space ... My brain made some conclusions for me that it began to be expressed in the lung ...