حطام القطار كازانوفا - B1

Steve opened the door to his small flat. It was not very big and smelled a bit damp. He looked around and sighed. It was very different from the fancy flat he used to live in. On the wall was an old poster of a steam train. It reminded him of the life he had before.

"Hi, Steve," said Dave, who lived in the flat across the hall. Dave was friendly and had some grey hair. He often came to say hello, even though he didn't know much about Steve's past.

"Hello, Dave," Steve said with a smile. "I'm just getting used to being back here."

"If you need help, just let me know," Dave told him.

"Thanks, Dave."

Steve spent the next few days unpacking boxes. He found many model train parts that he had collected. As he put them together, he felt happy and relaxed.

One evening, Dave came to Steve's door with two cans of beer. "Would you like a beer?" he asked. "We can have a chat."

"Sure," Steve said, and let Dave come in.

They sat in the living room, which was not very bright, and talked. Dave asked Steve about his interest in trains.

"I've always loved them," Steve said. "I think they're exciting and they make me feel free."

"I understand," Dave said. "I used to collect stamps. It's not as exciting as trains, but I enjoyed it."

They talked more about their hobbies and their lives. Steve didn't talk about being a pick-up artist. He didn't want to think about that now.

After a while, Dave said, "I should go home. It's late."

"Thanks for the beers," Steve said as he walked Dave to the door.

"You're welcome," Dave said. "It was nice to talk to you."

Steve closed the door and felt happy about their conversation. He went back to his model trains and put a small train on the tracks. He smiled.