An older man, talking and gesturing animatedly to the bemused clerks:
"Tomorrow, there will be estrike. I will..."
(bends head down to the counter, makes deep sniffing noises; straightens up, whistles WHEE-whoo, flaps his arms)
"...I will estay home, snort cocaina, and that's how I get to work! Eh? No bicycle, I will"
(flaps arms and whistles again)
"...I will fly! Ha, ha!"