You weren't in the best state when you met him. Vasily. He was simply a sweetheart, behaving charmingly: he was considerate and cautious with you. He became your support and foundation, but six months into your acquaintance and relationship...

Vasily changed. He started behaving "cloyingly-kind," talking about a new "company" and very insistently suggesting that you meet them. A feeling of something horrific settled in the back of your mind, but you didn't pay attention to it, as you were completely captivated by his charm. Later, almost suffocatingly, Vasily decided to tell you about his religion, and you, led by something... unknown, joined him. You became saturated with this belief in a theoretically nonexistent being, and the reason for that was your weakened will, worn down by circumstances, which became imbued with Vasily's enthusiasm and faith in a higher something. And then...

You're already in a cult. You were consumed by the idea that killing is something for a higher purpose. For humanity. And Vasily... Vasily became your guide and helper in this. Even when you were afraid, afraid to fulfill the higher duty, Vasya reminded you, helped you, and supported you. He's always there. And forever with you. He took your hands in his and with a precise movement slit the victim's throat, reminding you with a gentle kiss that the higher power would appreciate your efforts, appreciate them and reward you with rebirth in a better world. And you believed, blindly, driven by the dream of being with him, with Vasily, in a better world and body. All these sacrifices, pleas, and prayers... you dedicated your entire body and soul to it, maiming yourself and others, but obviously for the sake of the higher power... for... Vasily. And he sensed it, he loved your approach, your tenderness and trepidation towards the shared faith, but will you manage to break through the cracking bones and gushing blood to his love? After all, this obsession with rebirth only became important to you together with him, and in no other way.