The past scene
Two parallel stories:
I feel a shock and look through the window. The train has moved earlier than I expected.
It's not going to be in my cold clothes, I'm constantly fleeing from dark figures this month. I have already shaken away from several womaners, but now other individuals are chasing me, perhaps I can escape by rail, just as I think I am not safe there either because I am in danger of walking into the trap of Hans's challenge, the train has already left.
Ten minutes ago, a man stepped into my compartment. I pretended my nose was bleeding and stared past him hoping that he would walk on, but he sat down diagonally opposite me. I recognized him. “Shit, “I thought. “As long as he doesn't ask me questions.” Then the bright plan came to my mind. I didn't have to pretend my nose was bleeding, I had to deal with it much more drastically. That knife, which I purchased to protect my precious skirts, came in handy now. I had some pain over it, I put the knife on my throat and immediately felt how the effect had.
