- Sweethearts, be quiet. – Her mother right behind said to her daughters, in which the woman had black hair and slanted eyes.
- What energy, I do not remember being like this in my childhood. – His father said, he was a man with black hair and light eyes.
- But, mom, let's give the stars as a gift... - She spoke louder.
- They are your daughters, what an imagination. – He said, it was one of the passengers, a middle-aged man said, as he turned around, laughing with his tired expression, he was bald, with hair on either side of his head, expressive eyes.
- Sorry if they are in the way. - Your father said.
- Darlings, stop for a while. – His mother said.
- Don't worry, they are children, they have a lot of energy. - He said.
- Hey, you silence. – Another passenger said, when he turned around, he looked young and unbelievably bad looking, he looked like a Yakuza.
- Sorry. – The man said, trying to calm the girls down.