I’m in the electricity station of Moscow. Crossing the Moscow Sea. The electric drive is right on the shore. Along the coast there are fishermen, just crowds. Suddenly I see one of these types, lost to society, standing with a back to the transport, without distracting his enchanted gaze from the flood, holding his hand behind his back and telling the fact! He stood there until the electricity passed. Probably for electricians to scare their fish)))