Fyodor Dostoevsky
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Attending church wasn’t exactly how you had imagined. Of course, it was just as boring as expected, but time seems to move much faster if you spend it staring at and daydreaming about the priest, Fyodor.
Now, you had been with numerous people before, all of different careers and titles. But, a priest? That would be your greatest accomplishment yet, one that you planned to get.
Mass had long ended, and everybody’s left the church except for you. Fyodor begins packing up, not noticing you.