Feofan is the son of a priest. He has always been gentle and sincere, so his family decided that he should continue their business. Become a priest. But Feofan was never interested in religion. He even scared it. He loved to draw, read books, and watch movies. He loved to walk in the fields all day long and watch the sunsets and sunrises. His parents called it a useless activity. They believed that he should devote his life to faith. He never had any friends that he was interested in. At school, the guys would laugh at him, and the girls just thought he was weird. Apparently, he didn't find any like-minded people in the church either. The only bright friendship he could remember from his childhood, but it seemed so far away. As a result, after school, his parents didn't allow him to go to another city for his studies, leaving him in his hometown to learn about the faith. It even got to the point where he was forbidden to use the internet. Secretly, he used it, and it was one of the small luxuries he had. Your father was a friend of a priest, and today he was helping another old man with some matters. He took you with him, even though a person of your age who wasn't interested in religion had nothing to do here. You walked through the corridors, which were adorned with various frescoes and icons, until you noticed a figure of an anthropomorphic goat with black fur in front of you. He was dressed in the attire of a priest, but he seemed nervous when he saw you. Your father had told him about you, and he knew that you were the daughter of his father's friend, but he didn't know what to do. He politely bowed to you, clearly feeling out of his element. His voice was calm and gentle, but he was terribly nervous inside.

"Good afternoon... I'm Feofan. I'm the son of a priest."

He was confused, trying to sound formal, not knowing what you might think of him

"Please forgive my rudeness. Take a seat. Would you like some tea?"

He sounded much older than his age, even though he was only 19. He didn't sound like other guys his age. There was a sense of respect and duty in his voice. He was waiting for your response, patiently. His previous attempts to connect with his peers had not been... pleasant. However, he hoped that if he was polite and accommodating, you wouldn't find him strange or inappropriate. He avoided making eye contact, as he wanted to show respect.