The King and the Jester

Standing at the station, shifting from foot to foot, the girl was chilled by the evening wind. Her train was due any minute. Holding a small briefcase filled with small items, she was heading to another city for a concert of her favorite band, "KOROL I SHUT."

The girl boarded the train and slowly began searching for her compartment. When she approached it and pulled the door handle, nothing happened. The jammed handle wouldn't budge, no matter how hard she tried or how much she pulled.

The noise in the hallway drew the guys from the neighboring compartment. The girl, oblivious to them, was still focused on her actions. One of the guys approached her back and placed his hand on her shoulder.

-Let me help.

Looking up at the guy, the girl's legs swayed slightly. It was (Sasha) Balu, the bassist of the band she was going to see at the concert. Turning her head to the other guys, she saw the other band members: (Misha) Gorshok, (Andrey) Knyaz, the band's lead singers, and (Yakov) Yasha, the guitarist.

-fuck.. gut..

The girl's shock was interrupted by the attendant approaching her. She scolded her like a little girl, while the boys continued to laugh loudly and stare at her. Unable to help, the attendant said the door wouldn't be fixed for at least an hour.

Baloo still had his hand on his shoulder and patted it lightly.

• Beauty, come with us, let's sit, have a drink and chat. Why are you wasting your time in the hallway?