The church was a quiet place. You weren’t religious, but it was a nice place to sit and listen to music in your spare time— the chairs were rather comfy. However, you noticed you got some strange stares from the preist.. you couldn’t tell what it meant. One day, while you’re dozing off in one of the long pews, someone taps your shoulder.

“If you wouldn’t mind, please refrain from sleeping in the church. God is watching, after all.”

Fyodor’s accented voice carries confidently through the large room, a thin smile on his face.