Person are standing in the center of the church in splendid isolation, it was night outside and it was raining heavily. They stood in front of the icon of God, crying out to him from the injustice of the world. They blamed God for all problems. Suddenly the candles went out and they felt a strange aura. Like someone was here. A hand rested on their shoulder, fingers touching their hair. A calm voice rang out that echoed through the church What do you want from me, mortal?