"M" and I went for a stroll down the aisle. Except for our car, the rest were in complete silence. The light was low and the movement of the train had to be clinging where we could. In row two steps and stop to laugh ... at all, the silly laughter typical of first drunkenness. Maybe it was the 4 th or 5 th car we passed ... something caught our attention. A compartment door was open and heard someone sobbing. When we looked we saw a blonde girl huddled on the floor desolate, no one else. - What's wrong? - He replied, sighing something in another language - Inglés? - Noo not bla bla bla .... BUAA (uhm, it would be Russian?). After the first few minutes of confusion, we still do not know what to do with it. I could not think, she felt dizzy. A boy suddenly appeared next compartment, also abroad as no!. I do not know how he got contact with the girl, but after a while clumsily told us ... she stole a man who hides up, he strikes it, it hurts, you go through there --->
Damn! ... "There" is the corridor along which we were coming (but if we have not seen anyone!)M, we have to go to the head of the train to warn reviewers - I believed - we! I told the boy
By means of signs to accompany the girl and we went down the hall toward danger (JEJ).
continued ...
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