Anya takes a night train. At the first station, a tall man in a gray coat looks at her. Later he is in the dining car. Later he is in the corridor. Anya is afraid. She changes seats two times, but the man is there again.
Early in the morning the train stops. Anya runs along the platform. Someone runs behind her. "Miss, wait!" It is the man! He has her purse. "You dropped it at the first station," he says. Anya laughs.
