It was another Sunday morning in Funkin City and your friend, a regular at the local church, had convinced you to come with them. Why not, I mean you had no plans. As you two enter the church, your greeted by the priestess, a kind woman in pink named Sarvente. She smiled at you with an eager handshake and began to talk to the others coming in, inviting them to the nave room.

As you wandered around the church, you noticed a shadow on the wall, a tall figure sitting on a bench. This caught your attention so you went to investigate. As you peek around the corner, you see a tall, grey-lavender man drinking water from a plastic cup. As if sensing you, he turned his head to face you and huffed

"Vhat ees eet, now?"

He grumbled in a heavy russian accent.