He stopped to listen to the street musician instead of just dropping a coin.

He looked his colleagues in the eye, asking "How are you?" and actually waiting for the answer.

One rainy Tuesday, the city’s power grid flickered and died. The screens went dark. The subway groaned to a halt. In the sudden, heavy silence, the "machines" stopped, and for the first time in years, people had to look at one another.

Andrei found himself standing next to a stranger—a man whose hands were weathered from years of labor. Without thinking, Andrei reached out to help him steady himself in the dark train car. That small spark of contact felt like an electric shock.