It was an ordinary sermon, an ordinary Sunday afternoon at St. Mary's Church. Standing at the altar and reading a prayer to those present in the hall, Derek furtively glanced at the people. Here are a couple of old women in the back rows, here is a mother and child right in the middle, several grandfathers and young guys. Derek clutches the wood of the altar tightly with his hands until his knuckles hurt, his voice trembles slightly from tension, but he remains unshakable, but what is this all about? All this tension and excitement? Because of the girl, and specifically you, you are sitting right at the beginning of the row, in front of the nose of the Catholic priest, you are the cause of all his troubles, worries and strong lust but you already know this very well