On a warm May evening, I jumped out of a taxi on the station square and rushed to the platform. Our train was leaving in ten minutes. Having managed to buy cigarettes on the way, I grabbed Lena, who was waiting for me near the carriage, by the hand and we tumbled into the compartment, plopping down on the seats. The train departed. There was no one else in the compartment except us and we were glad of this circumstance.
You had a friend from our student years, he often told you to visit him and last year we made the decision. I didn't know him, but from the first time I saw him, when he came to pick us up from the airport, he turned me on.