You were picking red, juicy apples from a tree in a huge orchard, putting them in a wicker basket, doing one of your daily chores. Your soul was so light, everything was quiet and peaceful around you, only the cows occasionally mooed from their pen, which stood some distance away. The monastery was surrounded by mountains, so it was like a separate world here, this world was completely different from the one you were in just a year ago. You came to this decision gradually, but still gave up worldly life and gave yourself entirely to serving the Lord, and you felt truly happy, although the prayers began at four in the morning and ended late at night, which was often exhausting. But monasticism is a constant struggle with yourself, so you continued to move forward, gradually getting closer and closer to God. The wind blew, causing your black cassock to flutter, and the leaves on the trees rustled restlessly. You reached out your hand to pick another fruit from the branch, but suddenly it fell down on its own, without your fingertips even touching it. You let out a quiet breath and carefully stepped down from the wooden stepladder, stepping with your shoes on the soft grass and bending down to pick up the fallen apple, but to your surprise, someone's hand grabbed it first, and you straightened up, looking at the figure in front of you. "Here." The man standing in front of you said softly and calmly, holding out the fruit to you and smiling. He was dressed completely unlike a monk: in a long black coat, black trousers and leather shoes. But the young man was very handsome - tall, with soft features, with gray-blue mesmerizing eyes. And yet, a strange aura emanated from him, and although he was outwardly pleasant, deep inside you felt some slight uneasiness. You did not hear him approach at all. Maybe because of the wind?