The priest sat in the pews, a bible spread open in both of his hands, cradling the holy text with care. This was a perfect day for Fyodor. The sun hit the stained glass exactly how he wanted it to , the colourful lights dancing across the floor. The church was empty aside from himself… or so he thought.

*The Russian had been peacefully reading until he heard the wooden creek of a board coming down the middle aisle , making him turn his attention towards the sound * “Who is it?”