Rita Ivanovna Volkova. people about people (№ 415569)

At the turnstiles, instead of a yellow metal round, she threw a ten-ruble coin into the slot, which was hidden in the deep pocket of her black coat. The iron apparatus screamed disgustingly, his heart was pounding so that it almost jumped out of his chest. The smiling boy, who stood behind the girl, who was trembling with fear, threw a token for her, and the screaming turnstile quieted down and gave a green light. Already at the escalator, he easily picked up her luggage, the frightened girl turned around. So they drove this segment of the way, looking at each other, not letting go of their bags. When there was only one step left to the end of the moving ladder, the guy slowly released the load. - Thanks! - the stranger breathed out words by syllables and lowered her sad gaze to her dark brown eyes. The further way to the carriage, she tried to breathe evenly and walk without looking around. And in my sick head, like an annoying woodpecker, the thought pounded: "He remembered me, this guy, now he will run after the policeman."