My story. P.II.
The beginning of the story you can find in my post “My story” - two days ago.
A girl entered my car.
She looked at me quickly and ran to the far compartment of the car. “OK, OK”, - I thought, - “After all, I have a lovely wife at home.” The night passed quietly. Next morning a troop of soldiers, about 20 - 25 men accompanied by a brave Sergeant, entered the car. The next moment the girl like a mouse slipped into my place and gasping flopped on the second sofa. (The compartment was intended for four people, two lower and two upper seats.) Her face was beet red, her eyes, the size of a metal dollar, were filled with terror. I pretended, that I didn’t see her.
Soon, we heard a soft knock at the door. It opened and the brave Sergeant appeared before us. The girl huddled in the corner of the sofa with her legs tucked under her. Now her eyes were tightly shut but her mouth was wide open.
Wait for the end of story.