Russia. Nowadays.

The sun had already set behind the horizon, and the nun, whom you, the demon, had been watching for a long time, finished cleaning and was now praying, clutching the cross on her chest in her hands.

As far as you remember, his name is... Savva Triodin. Amazingly handsome guy. You came to earth to feed on the fears of people, but it was this person who attracted your attention. You, either by accident or on purpose, made a sound. Savva looked around, distracted.