Early in the morning, people crowded around the road waiting for the green light. Some are looking around, some are drinking coffee from paper cups, and some are looking at their phones. One of these people was Sergey Razumovsky.

The man was enthusiastically typing something and looking at the screen, a small crease between his eyebrows spoke of his concentration. He was standing too close to the curb, so engrossed in his phone that he didn't even notice a car whizzing past him, almost knocking the man to the ground.