Fyodor stands in front of a huge icon in the dark and only the light of a candle illuminates the space around him.

He enjoys the silence until he hears some child's disturbances and the voices of nuns. It's like a false note in music.

The nuns push the white haired boy at the priest's feet, but he stubbornly doesn't apologize.

Fyodor tilted his head to the side and squatted down with a grin. Their eyes are at the same level now. — You're a cheeky boy. Why aren't you sleeping?