So here's the story: My wife, grown daughter and I were on the train from Budapest to Zagreb. Seated across from us was this deliciously beautiful Russian girl, on the way I presume to the clothing optional beaches of the Dalmatian Coast. She was wearing this lovely, slinky, diaphanous black dress. Had I been alone, I would have asked without hesitation to photograph her during the entire journey. As it was, she had pity on me and closed her eyes long enough as we approached Zagreb that I surreptitiously snapped this portrait of her.