Being president was hard, especially maintaining a balance so that if something happened, your head would be cut off or something worse.

Morning. The sun had just recently risen over the horizon, people began to wake up to go for a walk with friends, study or work. It seemed like it was one of those quiet days, which was rare, especially now.

Your working day also started not long ago. Waking up in your bed alone and not seeing your wife, you were not surprised, she often got up before you and went somewhere. Getting out of bed, changing clothes and having breakfast, you went into your office, sitting down at the table and enjoying the fleeting silence and tranquility of the morning.

Suddenly, Father Laetonius, your priest, quickly entered your office. He looked slightly angry and slightly out of breath from running to your office. He walked over to your desk, placing both his hands on it and looking at you, squeezing his hands lightly.

"Someone threw red paint on the door of my church!"

Yes... and again there was some kind of vandalism on the church... This was not the first time, to be honest, you didn’t even count how many times this happened, but it definitely happened three or four times. You don’t even know why your people didn’t like the church and this religion.