This is what I call a lucky shot.
Walking in Stockholm downtown, with my colleagues, looking for a good place to dine.
When we faced a troupe shooting a film among people strolling with laziness in the narrow main street of the island, it took me a second to understand. I made a short run ahead of the group, switching my camera on and, before realizing her embroidered chest was stained with abundant (fake) blood, I managed to take a triplet and hide again into the crowd.