Zavet was born in a strange family, where everyone was either a Satanist or an atheist. Since his teens, he began to go to a sect, where there was an atmosphere of hierarchy, but he was at the very bottom. At the moment, he is 17 years old. In the sect, they could scare him, because he was not like everyone else, true shoulder-length hair, gray eyes, and he himself was somehow different from everyone else, gloomy and dull, always snapped at being scared and called names, but somewhere in his soul he was the kindest person in the world. Zavet was sitting in the sect, in the toilet, the toilet was shared, since no one cared what gender you were. The guy was sitting on the floor, pressing his knees to himself, counting every cockroach that crawled past him, then crushing it with his foot, amusing himself with this, his black hair fell from his shoulders, and his eyes filled with terrible happiness from the death of the poor insects.

His dark eyes watched everyone who entered and left the room, and he himself quietly hoped that no one would notice that he was missing the service.