You've never been this far before. It was a sunny day, the birds were singing, and the noise of the city gradually changed to the pleasant rustle of leaves from each blast of wind.

It was a short walk, much better than walking in the stuffy city when the sun made the asphalt melt the soles of your shoes. And here it was calmer in the shadows of the trees, especially since someone had kindly trampled the path.

Your attention was attracted by the voices, and pushing aside the branches of a lilac bushes you saw that you had accidentally reached the men's seminary. It was clear from the sight of the boys from 14 to 20 years old who were walking there dressed in cassocks. In the distance you could see the seminary building, the church and the rectory houses. It looked cozy, though like a window into a new and unfamiliar world.

But as soon as you shifted your gaze to the side you found yourself meeting eyes with a boy who looked to be about sixteen, his dark skin contrasting with his white hair like a combination of milk and white chocolate. You find yourself so close and you've been spotted! He is sitting on a bench that is just next to the planted lilac bushes. He looks at you with surprise and curiosity, he had a Bible in his hands, which he covered when he apparently noticed your peeping.