- You can sleep when you want.
You pointed to the bed, lying behind the seats. No, I will not leave you alone. I'm not falling asleep.
And the journey continues - quietly, slowly. We are moving to the desert snow globe. From time to time you stop. People wishing us a happy Christmas. In my head gudyat bells, instead of blood flow in the veins of champagne, it penetrates my heart, and his tunic small bubbles. You're such a sweet, this amusing. I have no regret.
At dawn on you budish me and, smiling blandly, saying: - "Here we are in Yaroslavl. Where you plant? "
My eyes opened grim, snowy sleeping city.
- At the railway station.
- What?
- Yes, I need something in which you confess. You know, when we met, I have not left Moscow, and returned there. I was going to meet a Christmas there, although me and not like this.
- You came back from Yaroslavl?
- No. From Eagle.
- But ... Why do you sovrala me of Yaroslavl?
- I saw you. Saw your truck, the words "Seafood." And I thought: 'This guy is going to Yaroslavl. Why would I not go with him? "
In your eyes zasvetilsya laughter.
- That's ridiculous.
- Why?
- Because, when you saw me, I was just about to pass a truck smenschiku. A himself was to stay in Moscow. I was a whole day on the road.
- So that's why you needed to enter the office.
- Yes, I was there to meet with smenschikom.
- You did not violate the rules?
- In general, yes, but do not worry. Smenschik met in the capital with a girl and was pleased to be able to hold its Christmas night.
-And you did not intend to meet the Christmas with the family?
- No, I had to wait until the next shipment.
- So what are you going to do now?
- First, sleep, and then go back to Moscow.
- When?
- Tomorrow morning, I guess.
-So ...?
- Sure, why not?
