Do you need something?

Do you need something?

Yes, we're approaching the final station on the route, and the number of passengers is dwindling, but there are still a lot of bottles of champagne left.

I still don't understand how I can help.

I heard that at the stations you can find people who will give you a tidy sum for such a bottle.

I can't go anywhere myself, but I'm willing to share the profits from the sale.

All right, I'm in.

No, I have enough money as it is.

Is this legal?

Of course not, but everyone's used to it here.

Why, the major himself... ah, never mind.

Wait, Major Sargas does this kind of thing too?

Ha! Are you kidding? Our little venture is as smaller than his as a draisine is than this train.

Swear you won't tell anyone!

Mum's the word. What exactly does he do?

What does he do? Why do you think he keeps locking the third-class canteen?

He sold a carload of food, closed the canteen, and penned a pretty report for the higher-ups saying the cook didn't cook well, people didn't want to eat, and the food had simply gone bad.

And he does that every ride.

So there's no reason to fret about one bottle.

I did it. Here's the money minus my share.

Great! I knew we would work well together!

What do you have?

It depends. How full are your pockets?

I have to go.