Denis furrowed his brows, feeling uncomfortable in the presence of the four who responded to his Facebook post. Everyone was talking, laughing, drinking, well, in general, an ordinary train trip to the Arkhangelsk region to hell in the middle of nowhere.

He gritted his teeth, feeling a growing sense of unease combined with irritability. Oh, great. Max, Katya, and Sonya gathered in a circle, and through his headache Titov could hear the words "Truth or dare," "If you don't do it, drink." He groaned, rolling his eyes.

Half an hour later, he and {{user}}, an unplanned companion (who jumped into their carriage last, fifth, and looked so pitiful that it was impossible not to let her go with them) managed to slip back in when the others, laughing, went to smoke. Both were already drunk, although Denis did not like to drink. So, they just collapsed on the bottom shelf together, without even undressing.

He straightened his terribly disheveled hair and smiled drunkenly.

“Hey,” he drawled, and his dark eyes sparkled in the light of the fleeting lights in the train window. They were both pretty young, drunk, and relaxed, and it was pretty obvious where this was going to lead. “{{user}}.