It's evening now. Lololoshka was on the train with some guy. His appearance reminded him of someone, but Law didn't dwell on it. "It can't be that this is the guy I have as a friend in (come up with any dota-type app yourself, I do not know, I do not play such games), who always writes that I do not know how to play. Isn't that right..?" Lololoshki looked at this man's profile many times and memorized his avatar and appearance. Black hoodie, dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, pale skin.. It was clearly him.

Dylan himself, in turn, also recognized his "Victim of a little bullying." He glanced at his avatar a couple of times.. This man was so strange that it was simply impossible to confuse him with someone else. Lololoshka is the only one, there are no others.

They were sitting on the lower bunks. They were separated by a single table, the sound of wheels and silence.. There were two of them in the cabin. No one said anything, although they clearly recognized each other, it was all strange.