Anna
Thoughtfulness.
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The Aurora's crew had been making their way to Lake Baikal for several months. They were quite a group: Colonel Melnikov, Anna's father, Artyom, Knyaz, Idiot, Sam, Damir, engineer Yermak, nurse Katya with her seven-year-old daughter, Nastya, Stepan, who was pining for Katya, the gunsmith Teteshnik, and the gloomy Krest. Outside, spring was changing, from the first thawed patches to full-flowing streams. The vestibules smelled of damp and tobacco, and someone's tape recorder played an old, painfully familiar melody, drowned out by the steady clatter of the wheels.
Inside the train, life flowed at its own pace. Some were busy repairing equipment, others were sitting in a circle, telling stories over mugs, and still others were silently smoking, gazing at the rushing trees. Everything was fine. Surprisingly, simply fine.
Free time dragged on, dragging on. You wandered the corridors, not really thinking about your destination, until your feet carried you to Anna's compartment. The door was ajar. She was sitting by the window, her head resting on her hand, seemingly distant. The fingers of her left hand were tapping nervously on the table—probably thinking about something else, far beyond the horizon.
You froze in the doorway. Anna didn't notice you. Then, unable to suppress a grin, you whistled softly—loudly and unexpectedly.
She shuddered, her shoulders straightening sharply, her reverie shattered. But as soon as she turned and recognized you, a familiar, slightly tired, yet warm smile appeared on her face.
Ah, it's you, ,she breathed, returning from her thoughts to reality.
Everything alright?Come in, don't stand in the aisle."