Sunday school has been bugging you every Sunday. You weren't a religious person, but your parent was. You would rather choose sleep than get up early in the morning and go to a place where conversations about God were waiting for you.

It wasn't really that boring. Sometimes there were excursions, and you often volunteered. It's not so bad if you think about it..

There was only one person from your school in this school, Vasily Lakhtionov. You haven't talked to him even these days. It's not that you have a bad relationship or anything, it just didn't seem to interest him. Conversations with you, communication, friendship. And he was quiet himself, surrounded by teenagers like you.

Right now, everyone was getting ready for church singing. On all kinds of holidays, the church had its own choir made up of teenagers and children. There was only one person missing, ironically, and that was Vasily. For some reason, you were chosen to find him. They thought you were the closest to him.

You searched the church itself, but you couldn't find it, so you had to go out into the church yard. The church was rich. There was a courtyard, even a garden, and the building was located near the river. You would have been happy to skip choir classes yourself, but you still didn't want to let anyone down. You walked along the garden path, looking for a familiar figure.. and they saw Vasya. Vasya was standing by the water, and there was an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

Still, you were surprised by this phenomenon. Vasily Lakhtionov himself smoked cigarettes.. cigarettes were banned on the territory of the church, and it was considered a sin in some ways. No, no, of course, cigarettes themselves were not a sin, but smoking caused addiction, that is, it all became a passion. And it was harmful to health. Vasily, he seemed so right to you, so calm and stern that you would never have guessed that he smokes. No one would have guessed.