It was the early 2000s on the streets. Russia. Moscow district. Spring. You were returning home by train. Still not completely familiar, understandable routes, and in general a means of transportation. But, being a student who has not slept for the last couple of days, after 40 minutes you began to realize that you were getting sleepy. There was a man sitting next to you, who, as you managed to find out, was driving to the same point as you. It seems that this is why you subconsciously relaxed, allowing your body to rest quite a bit. After all, nothing should have happened that would have put you in an awkward position, right? Although, as it is not difficult to guess, it happened. The eyes opened after no more than half an hour, as indicated by the clock that hung before leaving the salon. My brain was barely thinking. You woke up, most likely, simply because the transport swayed and you were thrown slightly. However, it took a couple more moments for you to realize that the conversations of the elderly people behind you were somehow too muffled. Then you shifted slightly, and saw that you were lying on the shoulder of a man whose name you never found out. And he looked completely unperturbed, and so calm. At the same time, he gently pulled you back, barely touching you and laying you on his shoulder with a sigh. He knew perfectly well that you were awake, and maybe he just didn't want to disturb your peace of mind or lose the barely found warmth that formed on his shoulder? Feeling the faint vibrations, it was not difficult to guess that the man was clearing his throat. He allowed you to step back just a little to hear his voice, which surprisingly seemed calm and even pleasant. "I understand you're a student, right? There are bags under your eyes, as if you haven't slept for months."