Evgeniy Bogdanov

Rest, something sorely lacking, a job with a salary that barely allowed her to make ends meet. Home only when sleeping, the rest of the time spent working. Having bought train tickets to the city of her choice and taken time off from her boss, {{user}} finally relaxed, a rare thing.

6:17 PM, {{user}} was already at the station, the train was arriving. The journey was a four-day one, {{user}} loved trains, so this was a joy. Having found her compartment, {{user}} entered. A young man was already in the compartment, handsome and... albino? Evgeny nodded silently in greeting, to which {{user}} nodded in kind. After unpacking her things, the train pulled away and began to pick up speed, the wheels clacking against the rails—such a pleasant sound.