The sun was shining outside.
Igor knew it must be shining, for it is summer and there were over
thirty-five degrees outside. It must be shining and sweat must be
flowing down everyone's back out there. It was a summer morning and
Igor judged the clock to be about half past nine, but still, the heat
never gave the noon a precedence and was present two hours after sunrise.
Nothing of that was evident here, in a subway wagon which just rushed
between two if its stops. The aircon blew a colder air among the people
and as the train wasn't full during this hour, it made some difference. Igor
was standing near the window and was watching the blackness of the tunnel
as he wondered if he would manage to reach the office before he starts
sweating beyond belief, after he leaves the train.
The blackness changed to a neon illumination as the train approached to its
next station. People could be seen outside as they waited on the platform
for the train to stop and open it's mighty gates.
"And a whole lot more to go", thought Igor, having
enough of the traindrive as the door opened and the people rushed in and
out. Then she came in.
Igor locked his view upon her instantly and she came to stand exactly in
front of him, looking directly in his eyes. Igor stopped thinking. He stopped
breathing. He knew that Japanese rarely face an unknown one that way, save
for when they carefully listen to the words of another or when they are about
to kill an enemy. And her eyes were awesome. Deep black and warm, an amazing
beauty, with a typical asian conture which made each one of her breed so
sweet. She closed her eyes and reopened them without ever moving her gaze away
from Igor's eyes. Very small amount of blue makeup was there, almost nothing,
but enough to give her face a slight gloom of alien color which only enhanced
the strike of her gaze.
Igor was totally unprepared for this sort of action before he had his first
coffee and he reacted like an owl hit by the bright light. Still he managed
to gather himself enough and not to loose the lock his eyes had upon her.
He could now see the whole of her face. Her nose appeared soft, slightly
pointing upwards, her lips were full and lipstick on them was the colour
very close to natural one. She had her mouth slightly open and revealed the
white of her teeth between the lips. Her long black hair surrounded her face
and fell down over her shoulders. It looked half-wet, like dried with the
towel, still having a fair amount of moisture in it, but Igor knew that to
be the effect of the one hairwax or another.
Words were not needed. Her face was saying it all. She was in a hurry and
angry, as if she had an argue with someone few moments ago. There was no
sadness, just rage and anger and a fair amount of confidence. She was the
first one to herself and her selfrespect forced others to respect her as
well. She would give trust to noone, that was a thing one would have to fight
for and bleed before having won it. What a rare combination, Igor thought,
the strength and the power without hiding emotions. Her overall beauty was
stunning and Igor mentally slapped himself across his hand, as preventing
it to rise and touch her.
In the meantime she was observing the environment within the wagon, looking
in all directions, slowly, with no rush and never examining the same thing
twice. Finally she directed her view to the window, as if having found nothing
inside the train what would look more interresting than the darkness of the
subway tunnel. She looked lost in her thoughts for a while and then her gaze
met Igor's again. A slight irritation was reflected in her eyes.
"Excuse me, what are you looking at?" She spoke the
question in perfect english and Igor heard one of most melodic and most
soundful voices his ears ever recepted. There was irritation in her voice,
but it was controlled. Someone had made her angry this morning and it
was no time for jokes. She looked at him, not really awaiting an answer,
the fact she spoke was just a result of her anger.
"I am looking at you, isn't that obvious?" Igor answered
in a tone which matched his mood completely - party, beach, cocktails,
She obviously didn't expect any answer and the one she got was the last one
she believed possible. Obviously, she was similarily impresed by Igor's gaze
as he was by hers, for she lowered her head to face the ground and her lips
formed a faint smile. Then, as if having collected the strength she needed,
she raised her head again.
"Yes, that's obvious. But WHY are you looking at me?"
Her tone was the one of irritation again as she forced the smile to fade.
"The reason is obvious as well. No need to posess a magic vision
to see that", answered Igor instantly.
"I am bound to this train for another boring quarter an hour and
you are by far the most pleasant vision in here, my Lady", he
"My eyes see nothing else worth looking at."
"And they are some eyes", she added and Igor felt
something gripping hard inside his stomach. She fights back with the same
weapon! The contact has been established! He couldn't believe his ears. He
nodded in approval.
"And I know centuries may pass until they see your match again,
my Lady. It shall be a long time in the train with something to think of
and nothing to see." As he spoke, the train entered its
next stop, a station called Nagatachoo which was either the destination or
a transfer point for most within the train. She smiled again, this time
wider. She said nothing more, but turned to face the window again while the
train lost on speed and finally stopped.
"Bye, bye", she said and gave Igor a full, beautiful
smile. He gripped the metal frame of the window feeling like he would lose
the ground beneath his feet any moment. She turned and left the train. As she
walked away, Igor noticed he hadn't seen anything of her below her chin. She
wore a light blue T-shirt whose colour matched the makeup on her eyes, a
jeans shorts, and a pair of light japanese summer sandals. The whole
combination revealed the overall beauty of her good shaped body. He observed
her movement until the closing door blocked his view and he realized that he
moved from the position near the window without noticing it. He turned his
back to the now closed door and sat down on the ground letting his back rest
on the door.
"I be damned", he whispered, having his head between
his hands as the train accelerated, leaving the station.
"You like her?" The funny voice came to his ears
and Igor recognized the question to be directed to him. He raised his head
and saw a slender man, his skin revealed his age to be more than
seventy-five, but he was standing there with ease and confindence as if he
was twenty. He wore a black trousers, a white shirt and a tie whose colour
was a mistery, something near dark green. His hair was white and cut
evenly at the length of his shoulders. Igor judged him to be some crazy
professor, or a musician.
"If I like her?", Igor replied and stood up
cleaning his butt with his hand,
"My Lord, I would drink her father's bathwater if she would
go out with me only once!"
"Ha ha ha ha!" The man laughed as he approached the
door, doing as if he would leave the train the next time it stops.
"And you have taken none of it. You did impress her a lot,
for she doesn't hear such bold words often here. But still, you haven't
noted her phone number, you don't know her name and you probably don't
remember where did she enter this train and where did she leave it.
You got no means to find her again out there. You missed it and you
shall burn in hell for that, my son."
"Other than that, if she noticed the mark of the wed you
wear with pride on your finger, you never really had a chance."
In one breath he said it all. In one instant he returned the vision of
Igor's lovely wife into his mind and almost made him forget all this, as
if it never took place. Indeed, he wears his wedding ring with pride and
he holds an endless love for his woman in his heart. His ring is a clear
message to any girl who might cross his way that she would never get more
than a flirt, for only his most loved Lady Reny would ever get his love.
The woman he saw in the train that morning is now but a faint memory, lost
in the fog of the past, but the vision of his wife lives unfaded and
visits upon him all the time, even if they have been separated for so
long. He sees every line of her face, as if it was there, lovely, reassuring,
and most of all, he sees that little something in her eyes that attracted
him as he saw her for the first time. It is that little something he loves
so much in Lady Reny and it is exactly her very self. He knows that little
something is what his wife is, she cannot hide or change it and after many
years pass and both of them get old, it would still be there, unchanged and
he would never stop loving it.
"Wrong, my Lord", Igor said.
"I have been offered my chance a long time ago and I took it
without hesitation. I would be a subject to burn in hell's fire had I
missed her who owns this ring and this heart", he rose
his ring to sight while putting the other hand on his chest.
"My expirience can never be a match for yours, but I feel so
sure about this as I only can. The one who gave me this ring is the
one and only woman whose image never leaves my mind while the time
fades out everything else. It is her I belong to and it is her I shall
love until I let the air of my last breath out."
"Hmm..." said the old man scratching his beard, as
if weighing Igor's words.
"You care for a drink after the sun sets with an old man
Igor raised an eyebrow in question, sensing something is strange.
"We argued this morning. She found a small cat in front of
our door and wanted to keep it instantly. She always does that sort of
things and cannot hear a no."
"I am her father", said the old man as Igor
listened, not believing his ears, wondering what else would this
"And I can arrange a date for you if you would keep your
"You said you would come and drink from the tub after I
bathe, he he he he!"