About the train.

Well, it came to the train.

I was about 30 then, working in the capital, as a conductor, back then.

I was traveling from home. Young, beautiful.

In the open compartment—three guys (we got talking, they were on shift work). On the side berths—a young couple (actually, just married).

As always, on the train you have to eat as soon as you sit down.

The guys were from Balakovo, they boarded about an hour earlier.

Their table was loaded. (With vodka). Well, and there was food.

I was at the end with my own pickles.

You know my condition, I won't remind you.

Well, don't drink, girl, but I really want to.

I sat down around five o'clock, by evening I put on tights in front of the guys, taking off my jeans. But they appreciated my butt.

And with words.

We went out for a smoke (I still smoke), it was already late, everyone was sleeping, probably. Andryukha started hitting on me.

I gave it up doggy style in the vestibule.

We returned, we weren't gone long, but they noticed our absence—what were you doing? Fucking, or what? For so long.

We fucked.

The third one wakes me—Nika, let's smoke? He fucked me in the vestibule, we smoked at the same time.

I lie down, washed up in the toilet, the guys are sleeping. Then a whisper—do you give it to everyone?

A voice from the side berth. I didn't give it, of course—pull your wife off the top—and fuck her.