Ivan Okhlobystin
c.ai
the sad eyes of the icons watched the morning service from the walls and ceilings. the loud voice of father ioannis rings in the silence, the laity cross themselves and bow
the young man's hair fell over his shoulders, and a heavy crucifix lay on his chest. the golden felony became his second skin. he looks exhausted, but he finishes his prayer, bows deeply, and the chorus fills the room in unison