Mysterious Night in the Train Compartment

01First Glances

Zoya woke up from the cold. The compartment window was covered with frost. "November, right," she thought, feeling the empty bed across from her with her palm. Suddenly the door opened - silver-haired Mikhail stepped in and closed it, dropping two coffee cups from a piece of ice. "Did I wake you?" - "No, you were sleeping surprisingly peacefully. A psychologist knows about awakenings." Mikh tore a warm scarf from his face and brought the cups. "Coffee or... you?" - "I'm with a secret." They looked into each other's eyes, penetrating each other's thoughts.

The train lurched, and they both grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands to keep from falling. "Let's take this differently," Mikh threw the cups onto the table and approached. Suddenly there was a smell of the tropics. The walls were enveloped in white mist, like a morning in Bali. "What is this?" - "Your anxiety, my profession, and anyway, whatever will be will be," Mikh whispered, blowing on her temple. For the first time in her life, Zoya wanted someone to know all her secrets.

But then, as if by magic, the door was thrown open by a sharp pull. Cold air and the unpleasant noise of the corridor burst into the compartment. "Turn that off, dear!" - Mikh slammed the door, but the tropical morning disappeared, and the coffee cups shattered on the floor. "Sorry. Everything is fine, but we'll need warm clothes. You know, in November nights on trains can be long," he said with a mysterious smile.

02Secret in the Tropics

"Undress," Mikh commanded, turning on a small geyser. "You'll understand why when you take off your dress," he promised. Zoya took off her sweater and panties. Standing in just her dress, she saw the broken shards on the floor. Her dress was torn, and Mikh... "How is that?!" - he, without taking his eyes off her breasts, was about to throw the cups out the window. "Well, if you need a memory of this compartment... By the way, I'm straight." He laughed, squeezing her body as the train lurched again. Suddenly Mikh sat on his bed and tossed her a torn pair of panties.

"Open the door," Zoya whispered. Mikh stood up and opened it. In the corridor there was drumming, noise, and silence. He closed the door, and all sounds disappeared. "You know, on trains corridors are sometimes full of people... but tonight we're on a tropical island, you don't need to be afraid." Zoya slowly took off her dress and sat in front of him on the edge of the bed. "Mikhail, you're a psychologist, but I'm very suspicious. So... is there any guarantee that I won't have a nightmare? You say it's the tropics, but I feel very cold." She took his hand, leading him to her bed.

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03Intimacy in the Chilly November

"We're on a tropical island," Mikh continued, gently pushing her onto her back. The bed sagged under their weight as he lay on top of her. Sparks flew, and Zoya felt a draft. She gripped his shoulders tighter. "So then... how do I avoid catching a cold?" - she looked fearfully at the window, which was covered in white mist. "I'm telling you, we're on an island. Here." Mikh got off the bed, pulled two small keys from his suitcase, and placed them on the pillow. "These are the keys to my head. If anything goes wrong, just run away, I promise." He lay down on her back again, and the bed frame groaned.

She felt his hardness as he began to undress himself. "Zoya, I promise - if you say "stop," I will stop," he whispered, slowly undressing her. His lips covered her breasts, and she cried out: "Yes, yes, I feel..." Suddenly the draft disappeared, and the white veil in the window opened - there, beyond the glass, was not eternal fog, but a tropical morning. "Mikhail, you're right. It's the tropics, right?!" - she held him tighter as he entered her.

He played with her hair while his pace quickened. Her breathing became frantic, and her cries even louder. "Mikhail, yes... I feel it!" - "Zoya, it's the tropics, you feel it right, and I feel you," he groaned, moving faster. She raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist, and they both reached the peak.

04Vision of the Tropics

When she woke up, Zoya saw the compartment as usual - cold and gray. Snow lay outside the window, and broken cups lay in the corner. Mikh sat in his chair reading a book. "Good morning, tropical stranger. You fell asleep so deeply, as if you were in a dream," he smirked. "Mikhail, what was that? You're a psychologist, you know things like that, right?" - she sat up in her bed, feeling her back but not seeing any bruises.

"Yes, yes. It was a dream. You saw the tropics, and I saw a little fairy tale. By the way, I worked in Bali for two years, and, I confess, I have not only photographs, but also... memory. And your name, too," he opened the suitcase, and inside were several books, keys, and a small box. "I must give you this. And since it's not a nightmare, are you sure?" - "I knew there would come a moment when I would run away." She took the box and opened it. Inside was a key.

"I had to give it to you because you are my true one. Here, as a memento, that everything comes true. The idea was to penetrate minds, but this was for you - for you to be yourself." He looked at her and extended his hand. "I have to go. Piter is waiting, and I need to be there at four." She helped him put on his coat as the train slowed down. "Thank you, Mikhail, for the fairy tale," she smiled, pressing herself to his shoulder.