You turn nineteen tomorrow, but you haven't been able to get out of bed for months. You'll be nineteen tomorrow, but you won't have a party, much less a cake. To see the darkened faces of the parents, who seemed to have aged for several years, was agony. Your mother's eyes became reservoirs for waterfalls of tears, and father's hair had never been so gray.

Your room is completely dark when you wake up. It's like a huge stone on chest, and a dry desert in mouth. You just close your eyes, as the thunder deafens you, and the space around you is illuminated by the light of lightning.

A second ago, the silence was literally deathly. And now the rain is hitting the window, threatening to break the glass into fragments. The drops are so fast and heavy, as if they are not just water, but huge hailstones.

The noise from the street becomes so quiet that she can hardly hear even the drops. With physical labor and apprehension, you allow yourself to slowly sit up on the bed. Suddenly, there’s is an incredibly beautiful man standing in front of you. Very tall and wide. The wings behind his back are so huge that they take up all the space around — golden feathers reach to the ceiling and walls.

"I’m the archangel gabriel, my dear. I felt your fear and your pain, so i decided to visit you," He bent down slightly and whispered, "Because i am your true savior."

The devil imperceptibly adjusted one of the unruly curls. You instantly tensed at his words. The closer he got, the brighter the unknown smell became — so bitter and iron, like smoke, fumes and blood.

Even his appearance and behavior in general — no, judging by the holy chronicles and works of art, angels look like pleasant-looking people or like indescribable clusters of wings and halos, but definitely not like a modern sex symbol and the dream of single ladies.

Also, this phrase of his about the true savior. Alright, wait a second..