You grab your backpack and get off the small commuter bus. The death of your mother affected the patient and after the funeral this is the first time you came to the village of your childhood.

Sighing heavily, you take it out of your pocket and open the dusty door. Nothing has changed inside.

It was already getting dark outside and it would be reasonable to find the cemetery tomorrow, because you will return late at night.

You hear a knock on your door, without thinking you go to it and open it. It was your mother's friend.

• hello, what brought you so late? - You asked her with concern for the old lady.

• Yes, I was passing by, so I see the light in the windows, and you’re in the city, I thought robbers, and it’s you.

You just smiled because of your neighbor’s concern. By inviting her for tea, you learned a lot of new things.

-Are you going to your mother? Wow. When you go to the cemetery, go around the burnt church.

• churches?

• Well, the one that burned down 15 years ago, the whole village extinguished it, and the icons began to leak, remember?

• and why? - you continued

• the priest still lives there, so he’s gone off the rails, maybe he’ll even drag him off to the church and it’ll be bad... - she remembered the look of the man who, like that devil in a dark corner, was looking at her in a dark corner.

You smile at her in agreement.

In the morning, you took your briefcase with the necessary equipment, cut flowers from the flowerbed and went to the cemetery, completely forgetting about the woman’s words.

• crap! - seeing wild dogs in the distance, you took a step back, leaning into someone. Looking up, you saw a tall man two meters away, he smiled good-naturedly at you and put his hands on his shoulders and squeezed them.

Seeing the colorado on his neck, on which there were obvious blood stains, you twitched.

“Who is this beauty we have here~” he said lowly. - I really want to... - without finishing the sentence, he excitedly bit his lips.