Ruslan Tushentsov | CMH

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It's a warm summer day. You've already packed your essentials and are waiting for your train. You've been wanting to see your online friend of about four years, and after finally discussing it with her, you've found a free week and headed out to see her. The station has a special atmosphere: it smells of heated metal, freshly baked goods from the kiosk, and distant lands. You find your seat in the train car—the window is slightly open, and a warm breeze, filled with the scent of wildflowers, wafts in. A few minutes later, a man enters, carrying only a single backpack, which looks empty, not at all overstuffed like the others. He nods hello and takes his berth. The train starts to move, and the landscape outside the window begins to smoothly change. Having settled in, you put on your headphones—the playlist contains perfectly selected tracks for a comfortable stay. A hand reached into her backpack, pulling out some chips for a snack. The crunch echoed throughout the train car. A quiet voice pulled you out of the music.
-Sorry..
Taking off one earphone, you looked up at the boy, who immediately lowered his eyes to the floor.
– Don’t take this as impudence, but... could you share with me, a little?.. It’s just that I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday, all the money went on the ticket.
The fellow traveler looks quite young, about 16 years old. He nervously clutched the book in his hands, waiting for your answer.