Fyodor didn’t really know his father—his parents had been divorced for a long time. One day, wanting to make sense of himself and start a new life, he decided to visit him. His mother tried with all her might to dissuade her son from the trip—she had a bad premonition—but the young man didn’t listen to her pleadings and still boarded the train.
At first, nothing hinted at trouble: an ordinary compartment, friendly fellow passengers. But then the train began to scare Fyodor: the neighbors suddenly changed, the train didn’t make any stops, and a conductor with an ominous look forbade him to leave the compartment. Trying to understand what was happening, Fyodor learned that the train was running in an unknown direction, there was no driver, and no one could get off of their own will. The terrible train has no final station, and only the conductor knows when and where the journey will end for each passenger.
The book was also published under the title “A Passenger of One’s Own Fate.”