Sergei Lukyanenko. Clean copy (№ 731)

The strange thing about such a short acquaintance. Usually they happen on the road, but at times are waiting for us in his hometown. We meet someone, talking, eating and drinking, sometimes fighting, sometimes having sex, and parted forever. But casual drinking buddy with whom you first became friends, and then told each other things, and bored, a young conductor with whom you share a bed under the clatter of wheels, and, in a more prosaic version, Katusha you in a few hours the taxi driver - they all shards failed destiny.
With boon companion you have quarreled so much that he stabbed you. Or did you find him.
Girl the conductor gave you AIDS. Or was a faithful and loving wife.
The taxi driver was so fascinated by the conversation that drove into the pole. Or stuck in traffic, where you do not have time, received a reprimand from his superiors, had to change jobs, to go to another country, there to meet another woman break others family and quit his...
Every meeting has a tiny peephole into a world where you could live. And zealous officer Sasha, and provincial driver that at night the wife cheating, it's your own failed destiny. To me they are interesting.
Especially when I learned how easily erased from our lives and our destiny.