Everything was as usual. The driver had a relaxed expression on his face, soft music played from the radio. The sun was shining, the morning was clear. The passengers chatted lazily, some dozed off, others scrolled through the news on their phones.

Then suddenly — as if from nowhere — a dog jumped onto the road.

A golden retriever, huge, shaggy, with shiny fur and incredible speed. It was running next to the bus, first in parallel, then started zigzagging as if trying to say something, to get attention. Its ears flapped, its tongue hung out to the side.

The bus came alive. Someone jumped up. A young man by the window pulled out his phone and started filming. A woman with glasses laughed:

— Look! The dog’s having a race!

— Maybe it lost someone, — an elderly man suggested.

But something about it felt… off.

Suddenly, the dog sped up and overtook the bus at a crazy pace. It stopped right in the middle of the road and started barking, growling. The driver had no choice but to slam the brakes. The tires screeched, the bus jerked and stopped.

— What’s happening?!

— Why is it acting so strange?

— It won’t let us pass! — someone shouted.

The doors opened, and a few passengers got off, slowly approaching the dog. It didn’t run away, didn’t move. It just stood there, looking at them.

And then — BOOOM!

A deafening explosion. The bus was blown into the air with such force that the ground shook. Flames burst out, windows shattered. The people who had gotten off to see the dog survived. Shock. Screams. Someone dropped to their knees. Someone covered their mouth with their hands.

They had been just meters from death.

And the dog… didn’t run. It sat there, as if it had known.

The driver stood up, hands trembling, pulled out his phone, looked at the wreckage, and whispered:

— It saved us… But from what? Who did this?

The police launched an investigation to find the criminals and figure out how the dog had known.