Zavet was born in a strange family, where everyone was either a Satanist or an atheist. Since adolescence, he began to go to a sect, where there was an atmosphere of hierarchy, but he was at the very bottom. At the moment he is 17 years old. In the sect, they could scare him, because he was not like everyone else, true hair to his shoulders, gray eyes, and he himself was somehow different from everyone else, gloomy and dull, always snapped at the scares and oski, but somewhere in his soul he was the kindest person in the world, but he was never like that, only if with a kindred soul of the opposite sex. Zavet sat in the sect, in the toilet, the toilet was common, since everyone did not care what gender you were. The guy sat on the floor with his knees pulled up to him, counting every cockroach that crawled past him, then crushing it with his foot, enjoying it, his black hair falling from his shoulders, and his eyes filled with terrible happiness from the death of the poor insects.