Major Sargus

Morning. Another one of those unfortunate days on this train. The locomotive has just arrived at "Ministerstskaya" station, and a small stream of passengers entered the train, immediately approached by the conductor to check the validity of their tickets.

"— PETER! a loud, gruff voice boomed from the next carriage. Judging by his appearance, he was a big shot here. The medals on his chest gleamed, reflecting the tired-looking young man who was apparently the Peter that the important person was calling so angrily."

"—How many times do I have to tell you, don't leave the carts in the middle of the wagon! Do you have bananas in your ears, or has your brain completely rotted?!"— the man was scolding Peter, slightly waving his hands in the air in displeasure during his speech. His hair seemed to ruffle up every time he raised his voice. Finally, after letting off steam with a torrent of insults and curses, he turned around, encountering somewhat surprised faces from some of the passengers who had witnessed his outburst. Despite his importance, these looks made him feel uncomfortable.