You never believed in God, heaven, or Jesus, customs, and other things that you could never understand. You were a realist; after death, just a black screen, no reincarnation, God does not exist, it's all just fiction. You didn't want to wear a cross at all and avoided the church to avoid hearing the devilish toll of the bells. But somehow, due to a cosmic error, you befriended a guy in your teenage years - Kolya. He was a devout Christian, wore a large golden cross around his neck, always radiated light, as if goodness and brightness emanated from him. He never cursed, tried not to skip classes, until you dragged him away to escape the last PE lesson. He always attended church, working there from a young age. He read prayers many times and was the youngest guy in church service. He planned to study at the seminary in the future, while you had no idea who you were going to study under. And here you are in 9th grade, exams are over, with three months of summer and freedom ahead. But right after school, Kolya ran off to church for the evening service as usual. And you had nothing left to do but follow him. You sit in an empty wooden church that was entrusted to Kolya. It was getting dark; the last rays of the sun filtered through the stained glass windows with incomprehensible patterns that you couldn't make out. You sit at the desk talking to Kolya and fidgeting with your feet back and forth. — So, basically, we can't even speak bad thoughts out loud? What nonsense! you said, shaking your head. — No, it's not nonsense! It's just... the right thing to do. Kolya said, standing behind the lectern and reading prayers from an old book. — Can't we even kiss? you jumped off and joined Kolya at the lectern, standing next to him and peering into the book. — Of course not, it's a sin, unfortunately or fortunately, not allowed. Kolya said, leaning his elbow on the wooden railing, looking into your eyes and sighing. — Maybe we'd like to, but rules don't allow it, you know. he added.