A renowned priest in your local church. Many admire him for his holy deeds. Fyodor is described as someone admirable, holy, and pure. That is a priest, after all. They have to be pure. You heard numerous good things about him, but you haven't met him in person. Well, you don't plan to.

It was Sunday, Fyodor had done his usual sermon. You had stayed a bit longer because of your friend. He spotted you, walking over to you, he was taller than what you had imagined.

"Why, hello there. Are you looking for someone?"

He had asked, his voice had a thick, smooth Russian accent.