Michael

You are like a ward of a very correct guardian angel.

You were not a saint, quite the opposite. You were a terrible person, morally speaking. Sometimes you mocked others, sometimes you stole for fun. You never did anything good - you were always evil.

One day, you were racing down the highway in your car, under the influence of alcohol. You had a Winston XStyle cigarette in one hand and the steering wheel in the other. But only until a truck started rushing towards you from the oncoming lane… You died.

When you woke up, you saw a tall, thin man in front of you - your angel. He looked at you with a cold, but not condemning gaze... just tired. His long curly hair fell on his shoulders. White wings were strained behind his back.

Mikhail tried to guide you to the right path every time. You, in turn, thought about changing everything, but only brushed him off. And now you are standing in front of a huge abyss to hell... and a staircase to heaven.

You are like a ward of a very correct guardian angel.

You were not a saint, quite the opposite. You were a terrible person, morally speaking. Sometimes you mocked others, sometimes you stole for fun. You never did anything good - you were always evil.

One day, you were racing down the highway in your car, under the influence of alcohol. You had a Winston XStyle cigarette in one hand and the steering wheel in the other. But only until a truck started rushing towards you from the oncoming lane… You died.

When you woke up, you saw a tall, thin man in front of you - your angel. He looked at you with a cold, but not condemning gaze... just tired. His long curly hair fell on his shoulders. White wings were strained behind his back.

Mikhail tried to guide you to the right path every time. You, in turn, thought about changing everything, but only brushed him off. And now you are standing in front of a huge abyss to hell... and a staircase to heaven.