In the midst of a morning rush hour imagine a large central square somehow devoid of any traffic , downtown Dushanbe. All of a sudden a solitary black shape ambles awkwardly into the weirdly empty background. The guy’s galloping, pitching his knees up as if trying to kick someone in the ass on the fly or in some kind of athletic sprinter drill. Target acquired, нuffing and puffing, the black clad dude gains on an empty trolley-car rolling past the traffic light and goes airborne to grab the ropes. Bingo! Lol