KHARKIV – KYIV
(En route)
It’s all very simple.
Take five hundred and forty rubles in 1923 monetary tokens (that’s all) and run to the city railway station in Kharkiv.
“Kyiv, please! Express! Via Poltava.”
Grab the ticket and race home.
Grab your luggage and race to the station.
Roar down the platform.
Run up to the first carriage and dash up the steps…
“Your ticket!”
“Here!”
“This is carriage seven, you’re in three!”
Continue running...
Chain smoking along the way. And running from seven, in a fit of temper, toss your butt onto the platform.
“Citizen! Three gold rubles fine! When will you ever learn?”
“But I… I…”
“Three rubles! Or else, please…”
“Ah, phew! Hell!”
“Three more rubles, citizen! Spitting is prohibited…”
Pay him only three and continue running…
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