It was under Moscow. I approached the light from the zebra. Road - with bilateral traffic, in each of 3 bands. Light before the cross. The red light burns. I wait and wait for the green. An unfamiliar grandmother approaches me and says:

Can you help me cross the road?

Yes, yes of course!

He takes me by the hand and pulls me to the passing part. The light is not even yellow. I am surprised:

The red is still burning. Now the green will burn and we will go.

She responds disappointedly:

and A-A! I will pass by myself!

He releases my elbow and goes forward.