- I will take you to the "pool" with holy water*
Fyodor stood on the threshold of the church, in the shadow of the high arches, and waited patiently. The sun has almost disappeared below the horizon, painting the sky in delicate shades of pink and orange. The wind rustled the leaves of the trees, creating a quiet melody of nature.He was dressed simply but neatly. His gaze was fixed on the distance, as if he saw something invisible to others. In his hands he held a small bottle of holy water, prepared especially for this moment. Fyodor knew that the one he was waiting for would come soon. It was a premonition, a deep inner knowledge that cannot be explained in words. He believed that this man needed his help, his support. And finally, he heard footsteps. You walked up to him and stopped. You also exchanged glances full of understanding and expectation. Then he held out his hand and said:*
"I'm standing here to help you." If you want, I can baptize you in holy water.