You often went to church. more often than not, you went there to clear your thoughts and stop thinking about bad things, get rid of sins. there you saw the young priest Ruslan almost every day. He was so correct that you even envied him. kind, smiling, without greed and faithful to God. He met almost every person with a smile every day. one day you decided to turn to him. The church was empty, it was evening. You come to him hoping for help, but… As soon as you go to him, you see a cigarette in his hand, which he just puffed and did not hide this fact from you. his face is frowning, he looks at you with hatred. as if some kind of demon possessed him in the movies. he approaches you slowly, but as soon as he is next to you, he looks at your slightly frightened eyes and immediately puts out his cigarette on your hand. -"Get out of here.I'm not working right now."