Prologue
“How did you spend your army?” Maksym Tomaszewski smiled as he remembered this. He was little, around 2 years old and his father didn’t really understand his pidgin Median. He was looking at his father, who was a general in the Royal Army, as some of his father’s friends were talking about how they spent their time in the army. When Maksym asked his father, this question, while his friends began laughing and one of them said: “He is alive. That is how he spends in time in the military,” his father didn’t understand it. Instead of understanding “spend” as “how did you kill free time”, he understood “how come you wasted the army”. So, his father changed a subject and talked about how the army is so weak and how even the officers support deserters. Maksym found this discussion boring so he left. He didn’t know if his father understood exactly what he asked him, but it didn’t matter. He was brought back to the present day by his wife, who put in front of him a cup of coffee.
“How much is it?”
“50 Reai… no problem honey, he will pay it.”
“I imagine.”
Kostya Tomaszewski came from his room with a large backpack.
“Everything is ready?” is father asked.
“Yes.”
“Also, the speeding ticket, you will pay it. From your own money.” His mother said as Kostya approached the door.
“Okay, I will pay it.” As he approached the door, his father stopped him again.
“Take care.” He said as he hugged his son. “And pay it!”
Kostya was glad that he finally escaped. He took a cab and first went to the central police station to pay the fine. All this ridiculous argument was shit. He received a speeding fine while driving his father’s car. Even the police officers who stopped him talked about giving him either a fine or a warning. He had only 57 km/hours. One of them told him to give only a warning, while the other, presumably a higher ranked officer insisted on a fine. So, now he paid. He took another cab and went to the train station.
The Worker’s Square was one of the most important parts of Altaisk. It was the first part of the country which was systematized. All old buildings in the square, from blacks, houses to the railway station were demolished and rebuilt. While in Carentania and Havenshire, Socialist Futurism became popular, in Media, the socialist architecture took a more classical approach. The old houses and three and four storey blocks were replaced with 10 and 16 storey blocks with marble façade. Kostya passed through the station and went to the second line, from where he knew that the train to Dara will leave. As he lighted a cigarette, he could hear the next train being announced in the station:
“Regional Train no 2505 coming from Baile Ier, Arwad will arrive in the station at line one.”
As he was watching the old steamer struggling to carry the 6 carriages over the slopes at the entrance of the yard, his attention was turned to a man coming towards him. At first he couldn’t recognize him because of the smoke as a freight train hauled by another steamer was leaving the station. He recognized the man only after his voice:
“You fucking bitch! Smoking without sharing…” a typical greet from Andrzej, but interesting such greets were reserved only for Kostya.
“Andrzej, you were late. I nearly finished it.” Said Kostya as he was searching for the SAV package of cigarettes to give one to Andrzej. At the same moment another announcement could be heard in the station:
“Fast train number 626 leaving towards Alesd, Tirgu Ier and Dara will be formed in the station at the second line.” As the announcement ended the platform began to be flooded by passengers. A diesel locomotive was slowly hauling the 18 carriage train to the platform. As people began to enter the cars. Kostya’s pupils widened as he recognized someone.
“Move! Move!” he said pushing Andrzej to quicken his entry in the carriage.
“What is the fucking problem?” asked Andrzej as he entered in the compartment and put his backpack in the storage shelf.
“I think I saw Pavel Dabrowski. I saw the lists, if I am to see that guy for four years every day, at least let me enjoy the 14 hours trip without him.”
A girl entered in the six seat compartment, seating herself in one of the middle seats, near Kostya. She took a book from her luggage and began reading. As the train departed few minutes later, the three remained alone until Tirgu Ier where the other seats were occupied.
“How did you spend your army?” Maksym Tomaszewski smiled as he remembered this. He was little, around 2 years old and his father didn’t really understand his pidgin Median. He was looking at his father, who was a general in the Royal Army, as some of his father’s friends were talking about how they spent their time in the army. When Maksym asked his father, this question, while his friends began laughing and one of them said: “He is alive. That is how he spends in time in the military,” his father didn’t understand it. Instead of understanding “spend” as “how did you kill free time”, he understood “how come you wasted the army”. So, his father changed a subject and talked about how the army is so weak and how even the officers support deserters. Maksym found this discussion boring so he left. He didn’t know if his father understood exactly what he asked him, but it didn’t matter. He was brought back to the present day by his wife, who put in front of him a cup of coffee.
“How much is it?”
“50 Reai… no problem honey, he will pay it.”
“I imagine.”
Kostya Tomaszewski came from his room with a large backpack.
“Everything is ready?” is father asked.
“Yes.”
“Also, the speeding ticket, you will pay it. From your own money.” His mother said as Kostya approached the door.
“Okay, I will pay it.” As he approached the door, his father stopped him again.
“Take care.” He said as he hugged his son. “And pay it!”
Kostya was glad that he finally escaped. He took a cab and first went to the central police station to pay the fine. All this ridiculous argument was shit. He received a speeding fine while driving his father’s car. Even the police officers who stopped him talked about giving him either a fine or a warning. He had only 57 km/hours. One of them told him to give only a warning, while the other, presumably a higher ranked officer insisted on a fine. So, now he paid. He took another cab and went to the train station.
The Worker’s Square was one of the most important parts of Altaisk. It was the first part of the country which was systematized. All old buildings in the square, from blacks, houses to the railway station were demolished and rebuilt. While in Carentania and Havenshire, Socialist Futurism became popular, in Media, the socialist architecture took a more classical approach. The old houses and three and four storey blocks were replaced with 10 and 16 storey blocks with marble façade. Kostya passed through the station and went to the second line, from where he knew that the train to Dara will leave. As he lighted a cigarette, he could hear the next train being announced in the station:
“Regional Train no 2505 coming from Baile Ier, Arwad will arrive in the station at line one.”
As he was watching the old steamer struggling to carry the 6 carriages over the slopes at the entrance of the yard, his attention was turned to a man coming towards him. At first he couldn’t recognize him because of the smoke as a freight train hauled by another steamer was leaving the station. He recognized the man only after his voice:
“You fucking bitch! Smoking without sharing…” a typical greet from Andrzej, but interesting such greets were reserved only for Kostya.
“Andrzej, you were late. I nearly finished it.” Said Kostya as he was searching for the SAV package of cigarettes to give one to Andrzej. At the same moment another announcement could be heard in the station:
“Fast train number 626 leaving towards Alesd, Tirgu Ier and Dara will be formed in the station at the second line.” As the announcement ended the platform began to be flooded by passengers. A diesel locomotive was slowly hauling the 18 carriage train to the platform. As people began to enter the cars. Kostya’s pupils widened as he recognized someone.
“Move! Move!” he said pushing Andrzej to quicken his entry in the carriage.
“What is the fucking problem?” asked Andrzej as he entered in the compartment and put his backpack in the storage shelf.
“I think I saw Pavel Dabrowski. I saw the lists, if I am to see that guy for four years every day, at least let me enjoy the 14 hours trip without him.”
A girl entered in the six seat compartment, seating herself in one of the middle seats, near Kostya. She took a book from her luggage and began reading. As the train departed few minutes later, the three remained alone until Tirgu Ier where the other seats were occupied.