You lived in a small russian town. It was snowing. Most kids would have the day off of school, probably.

You were walking, wearing a warm coat to shield you from the cold, your boots leaving imprints in the snow.

Eventually you approached your destination. The church. As you entered, it was empty. Aside from a man you didn’t recognize.

He seemed off in his own world, sitting in one of the pews and just simply staring off.

From this angle you could mostly only see his slicked back hair.