Darya had followed the railroad along the industrial zone, then close to the houses, and finally joined the Tom, spanned by a rail bridge. Now, two solutions were available to her: cross along the rails, at the risk of seeing a train appear in front of her, or try her luck further upstream, on one of the two highway bridges that served the city. This second option would take her much further and force her, on the other side, to cross a residential area. An idea that she didn’t like. She eyed the dark waters of the river and thought for a moment about swimming to the other side. After all, she wasn’t afraid of this kind of exercise. She sighed when she saw a boat just then. She forgot that here, in the capital, the river traffic was nothing like her small town of Zelenogorskiy. She was disc
