Igor’s thoughts

What a dejected, disconsolate train-waiter. Note well the rounded hunch of the shoulder, the crestfallen tilt of the head; the ennui, the loneliness. The intolerable »tick, tock« of the oversized clock, ramming home the inescapable passage of time, a constant, ever-present reminder of the fleeting nature of human endeavour, wrapped up in meaninglessly snazzy luggage or not. Haha, well, never mind, eh?

You'd never have got signage like this in the Soviet Union. That's for sure.