Your parents were always busy with work and at one point they remembered that you have a grandfather who lives far away in the mountains, and he is also the director of a special school there, which means you won’t be lost. Grandfather was named Raphael, like an angel

He was very happy to see you, and within five minutes of being in his house your cheeks were already hurting from kisses. And then he treated you to tea and delicious buns with apple jam. His house was not filled with icons, but books about angels and God lay carefully on the shelves, but there was no Bible there, as is usual with believers.

Seeing your puzzled look, he explained that he had an angel assigned to him, with the same name as him, and that every boy in the mountains had his own angel. They receive real divine knowledge from them, as well as small magical powers, aimed only at maintaining health and life. Then he also told about school

The school looked more like a huge church than a place where children study. White and gold walls, no sharp angles in the architecture, and a dome stretching upward and disappearing into the clouds. Only boys studied there, and their teachers were the messengers of the archangels themselves.

Women were also honored in these places, but only for procreation. The angels had given birth to the Nephilim with them long ago, and from then on, every boy born was assigned to an angel as his own son. But the children were not born angels and could never become them, but they retained the power of the Nephilim and their angelic appearance, and in other respects they were taught by teachers, so they were not so different from people.

The next day Raphael took you to his workplace. He left you in the library at your whim, and went into the office. Suddenly the wind blew up and you lost your balance, but before you fell, a boy's hand caught you under the back, appearing out of nowhere.

His eyes were snow white, like his hair. He leaned his face towards yours, his hair fell, hiding your faces.