With great effort the girl limped to the bus stop. An old bus, growling hysterically, stopped and opened the doors with a creak and clang. The passengers jumped out into the rain, opened their umbrellas and rushed to the platform. They were pushing Nelly, and she couldn’t get up the slippery bus steps. Suddenly she received a painful blow on the forehead. The girl lost her balance and collapsed in the nearest puddle under the load of her baggage. When the bus doors were closing, she caught a glimpse of grinning Victor. The next bus to the district of Nezhdanovo on the outskirts of the city was to be expected only in half an hour.

Nelly got out of the puddle. The muddy water was streaming down her body and the baggage.

“And now what i can do?” Looking like this, she won’t be allowed on a bus and her mom’s house was nearly an hour’s walking distance from the station, and with her heavy bags…

The dusk fell from the leaden skies on the wet city. The street lamps lit up, bringing golden hues to the ripples on the puddles. Nelly was wet through to her underwear and absolutely freezing. A beautiful «Volga» stopped a few meters from the bus stop. The driver helped the man in an expensive coat get out onto the wet asphalt and opened an umbrella above his head. The man scurried to the railway station. The driver of the «Volga» was already going to get into the car, but suddenly headed for the bus stop.

“Nelly? Is that really you?”

The girl started and stared at the guy in front of her in amazement, “Stanislav?”

“Yes, that’s me. Are you waiting for a bus?”

“I missed my bus, could not get into it with all my bags… Now I am waiting for the next one.”

“I’ll give you a lift. I’m going home all the same.”

“That would be great. To add to all, I fell into the puddle.”

His piggy eyes on the square face estimated the scale of the catastrophe. “Not a problem. I’ve got some plastic cover in the trunk. When I go to the market to buy food for my boss, I always protect the seats and the trunk with the plastic cover.”

The guy lifted up a heavy suitcase, a bag without any effort and returned to the car quickly. “Why are you standing? Come on!”

The «Volga», splashing floods of water was moving at full speed along the new avenue. Nelly thanked fate for such a generous gift. She was still shaking with cold, and unsuccessfully trying to get warm in her wet clothes. She kept glancing at the blurred spots of light behind the window.

«Are you back forever?» Stanislav glanced at Nelly and again turned his gaze to the road.

«Yes, I came back, I will look for work.»

«I'm glad to see you again.»

«Sorry, I don’t feel like talking, I’m tired and cold.»

The car entered an old district with wooden houses. The landscape really resembled the countryside. The car was now driving along the water-warn earth road. It stopped in front of a sturdy five-walled house with a newly covered iron roof.

“Oh, Stanislav, I don’t even know how to thank you.”

“You know, honey, you really know.”

“But I…”

“Yes, you are tired and wet through.”

“That’s not quite the matter. I…”

“Let’s go to my place. I live alone now.”

A thoughtful sparkle lit the girl’s eyes, “what if I spend this night with him? Not a big deal. Mom still does not know that I have come back.”

Stanislav took silence for consent and, after another hundred meters drove «Volga» into the yard of his apartment building.

The guy went to the kitchen, but before that he had switched on the record player in the drawing room. Creaking and lisping, the old foxtrot “Champagne Splashes” flowed along the timber-scented walls, clean starched curtains and stole under the tablecloth. The record was turning a bit unevenly, reproducing a wonderful tune. Nelly listened attentively, a smile appeared in the corners of her lips and she even began humming the tune. “Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta-ta…”