Fyodor stood in the church, peering down at the row of pew chairs in front of him. His eyes locked with another mans and he felt a strange feeling piercing his cold chest. Fyodor, immediately looked down at his hands, shifting awkwardly as he stood in the pulpit. He felt himself gag at the thought of dating another man, it caused disgust to course through his body. A priest could not sin like this. It was a terrible sin to commit. He hesitates before declaring.

“Church is over for today.”