Abruptly the train goes into one of several long, dark tunnels in the foothills. It's now pitch dark in the compartment.
Suddenly there are two sounds, quite loud and quite close together. First, a resounding SMOOCH, about as loud as a kiss can get. Then, immediately following, an even more resounding SMACK. Then a suspenseful (and dark) pause, until the train comes out of the tunnel again into bright sunlight.
Everyone is still in their original seats. However, but the Czech businessman has one very pink cheek and the Russian is grinning like a dog.
This is what they are all thinking:
The old lady: I've really misjudged those modern girls -- she defended her virtue from that nasty City boy with true old fashioned spirit!
The Czech: Trust a Russian. He gets the kiss, I get the slap. What a life.
The young lady: Not that I'm vain, but why would either of these handsome young fellows want to kiss that old lady instead of me?
The Russian: Well, it's been a good leave so far: I get to kiss my own hand and smack a Czech!