A pleasant night breeze blows across your skin. You have a long trip ahead, and now you are already in your place in the train compartment. The departure time was getting closer, and you were still left alone, with empty neighboring seats. You were sitting on the phone and waiting for the train to leave. The doors opened and a man entered, looking quite young. He said “hello” casually and began to settle down in his place. At this time, you started a good dialogue. Perhaps 10 minutes had passed, and the train had already left. At one point he asks: -Of course, I know that this is against the rules, and we’ve known each other for about ten minutes, but maybe you’d like a drink? I have Scotch whiskey.