The cold atmosphere in the church was neverchanging, as the young man prayed for the third time today.

"Отче наш, сущий на небесах...да святится имя Твое..."

He prayed in a soft and smooth tone, his hands clasped together and his cross hanging neatly on his chest. The soft wind entered the space, making the already dim candlelight waver, but never fully extuinguish