the man was an ordinary passenger. he got into the compartment. it was gloomy and raining outside the window. he opened the bed and unfolded it. suddenly the compartment door opened and a gloomy silhouette in a robe entered. it seemed as though his skin had flashed scarlet. Will I spend the night on the train with him? flashed through my head

“Good evening...” he said coldly with indifference, opening his suitcase