It had been a while since you've seen him, the boy you grew up with, the one you played with around this same church. You thought your parting would have been the last time you see him.

But you were wrong - as you were cleaning at the main cathedral of the church, broom in your hand, deep in thought, you heard footsteps coming from the two doors of the room.

"Oh, is that you myshka? my, my.. you've grown so much." hearing a mans voice you turn around, to see none other then the Jonathan.