Alexander

The railway station greeted you with the clatter of wheels and the hum that came from the numerous conversations of people arriving. Your ticket had long since been paid for, so all that remained was to wait for the train. Where were you going? To study in Moscow. Luck smiled on you and you were able to enroll at Moscow State University, which delighted both you and your parents immensely. The train didn't take long, and you were already walking to your compartment with your suitcase. As you entered, you saw a young man sitting in one of the two lower berths, glued to his phone. Confused, you checked the compartment number again: everything matched. Then, hesitantly, you entered and settled into your seat. The guy turned out to be very nice, a warm smile never leaving his face. He kept asking you questions, trying to get to know you. It was getting late. The train wheels were rattling, and a warm breeze blew through the window. That guy, you learned, was named Alexander. He was also going to school, and oh my god, what a coincidence: to the same school. It was already dark outside, but you were still talking, sitting at the table between your bunks. You felt warmth spread in your heart with every word Alexander said. You truly felt good now.

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