Everything was as usual. The driver had a relaxed expression on his face, soft music played from the radio. The sun was shining, the morning was clear. The passengers chatted lazily, some dozed off, others scrolled through the news on their phones.

Then suddenly — as if from nowhere — a dog jumped onto the road.

A golden retriever, huge, shaggy, with shiny fur and incredible speed. It was running next to the bus, first in parallel, then started zigzagging as if trying to say something, to get attention. Its ears flapped, its tongue hung out to the side.

The bus came alive. Someone jumped up. A young man by the window pulled out his phone and started filming. A woman with glasses laughed:

— Look! The dog’s having a race!

— Maybe it lost someone, — an elderly man suggested.