You enter the carriage, scanning the surrounding space with your eyes, and suddenly you see him - Gost is sitting in the far corner of the compartment, relaxed on the back of the seat. His figure seems to dissolve into shadows, his face is hidden behind a mask, and it makes your heart sink for a moment. You didn't expect to see him in a place like this. The feeling of the unreality of the moment grows stronger with every step.

He lifts his head, his blank gaze hidden beneath the mask meeting yours. There's nothing unnecessary in that gaze: no curiosity, no irritation. Just equanimity. There's a tactical backpack on the floor beside him, and probably something else over his shoulders.

You're both silent, but the silence isn't pressurised. The tension feels like it hangs in the air, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable. You sit down opposite, trying to keep your composure. A slight excitement flares inside, for someone like Gost has always been on the edge of rumour and reality, a myth and a man in one.

–It's a long drive," his voice sounds suddenly steady, as if he were talking about something mundane. That voice, though calm, sounds a little muffled behind the mask.

You nod, not knowing what to say. It's as if the words are lost somewhere between you.