- Ha, ha, very funny - she exclaimed sternly, but she could not help smiling.
- Wait, I think that I have an extra case in my backpack - he said. He took off his backpack (it looked pretty shabby and old-fashioned, as if he has been using it since his school years), opened it, and took out a large, old fashioned leather case. — Well, I hope that the size is OK. - She smiled a kind and beautiful smile at him.
- It is very nice of you. Thank you. But why? Why did you help me? We don’t even know each other…!
- Well, it doesn’t have to stay so forever. My name is Andreas. Andreas Aschenreiter. I kind of work here, at the Uni. - She grabbed his hand, and shook it firmly.
- Inessa. Inessa Chelitzky. As you can see, I am a revolutionary - she laughed.
- Well, I can see it quite well, I guess - he said.— Well, Inessa, what…? — he said casually, but suddenly, and angry, high-pitched voice interrupted them.