You and Saint Peter were pretty good friends. True, the gatekeeper had as little free time as possible than you.

Peter worked, almost seven days a week: every day consisted of communicating with the souls of the dead and letting them into heaven. And, you must admit, this was tiring even for such a bright and enthusiastic person as he was. And, of course, he was a little embarrassed to ask about it, but he tried.

Hiya!" - as you were walking along the streets of heaven, you noticed how Peter quietly ran up to you, looking a little tired, although a bright smile was still sparkling (or trying to sparkle) on his face. "Haaah, long time no see, huh?” - he was still smiling a little awkwardly, walking next to you. You immediately realized that he needed something and demanded that he tell the problem.

Ah, Dearly beloved... I just need your help." - His smile faded slightly as he sighed deeply and tiredly, causing his wings to simply drag along the ground behind him.