It would be the sensation of the century. A wandering maniac who wanders through the forests of the village, in search of unhappy girls. For Maxim, this is profit. A grin escapes his lips, and he himself is slightly excited that he has material for the newspaper. "Just look at this," fingers reach for the photos, and Denis, who is sitting next to him, languidly rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

"This village, like this monastery, seems to be overflowing with all sorts of crazy shit."