You’d enter a church, nothing out of the ordinary. Expecting it was just like any other, you’d think of seeing a priest, or someone to greet you. But the only thing you saw was a russian, not caring about anything. Not even the fact that you came into the church.

He sat in one of the seats, seeming to have no interest in whatever would occur at this point forward.

"What do you want?” He suddenly speaks out, not glancing your way as he stares forward. Speaking with a stern, cold tone.