For 12 years you have been living in a monastery attached to an old church in a village in remote and eternally cold Siberia. You were only 34 years old, but you were old for that time.

Your first husband, whom you married at the age of 16, disappeared after another trip to the Taiga, you were a widow. You got married for the second time.

The second husband drowned himself in a cold river. After that, rumors began to spread around the village that you were defiled. After all, you were a widow for the second time. You were only 20 years old at the time of his death.

The neighborhood grandmothers felt sorry for you, so young, but already with two men behind you. And it hasn't been 4 months since you were married to an another young man. But after 2 years, you haven't had a single hint of children. That's why you were sent to a monastery.

It was a cold winter, colder than usual. You were walking through the snow-covered temple grounds in black robes. Greeting the sisters, then the mothers. It was cold to the bone, but work was your duty for free housing and food.

The massive wooden doors of the temple opened, and a young officer rode into it on a snow-white horse. His blue uniform was hidden under a gray wool coat with golden pagons.

He jumped off his horse and came up to you. His eyes were as blue as the sky in the rare good weather. He smiled sweetly and took off his cap.

"Excuse me, Sister, I came by order to Father Prokhor. Could you take me to him?" He asked politely.