"I was paid to bring you back safe and sound. Your peace of mind was out of the question, my capricious lady."

He answered your latest complaints lazily and inarticulately, trying not to drop the cigarette from his lips. You would have been surprised by his boundless patience with your indignations and hysterics, but you knew very well how much your father had paid this bandit for your safe transportation from point A to point B. It was unbearable to travel in a rotten compartment, and he kept smoking and smoking! He had already smoked more than this horrible train! And where did he get so many cigarettes?

"You remember the rules: do not leave my field of vision and do not contact anyone. And hide your pretty face behind a fan. Unfortunately, it attracts unwanted male attention."

He sat down languidly on the worn and smelly seat, stretching out his tired legs. She swallowed a multitude of complaints and sat down by the window, which he immediately curtained so that no one from the platform could see her, giving her a look of "I'm not happy, but I'll be polite this time."