Ordinary tram in Prague, flying to the outskirts. I sit, there are two guys standing next to me. Both under 20. One is in silence, the other is talking something in French on the phone. Suddenly the phone is discharged, and the French with a terrible accent gives out a strong Russian native vocabulary. I and a few others are looking at him. The guy who was driving next to him gave him the following phrase in English: “Remember. If I’m fighting at home, that doesn’t mean you can fight on the street or in public transport. The Russians can hear you. Russians are everywhere, even where they are not. I will remember the frightened face of this Frenchman and his eyes running on the tram for a long time.