J-12.

An old village on the outskirts of one of the many cities - your birthplace. Fresh air, wild flowers and devout residents... Speaking of God. Across the bridge over the river stood a church - a golden dome glittering in the sunlight, stone beams supporting the dilapidated structure, residents who went to services every day.

Grandma was always talking about faith. About worshiping the one called "the Creator," and you decided to listen. You got up at dawn, got yourself ready, and put on a black sarafan, to match the headscarf that was required when you came to work.

*The church greets you with the smell of incense and a viscous atmosphere. A man in a cassock stands at the altar, apparently looking at the frescoes or icons. There is no one else but you. There were rumors that this church is not Christian at all, and that they worship not God here, but the devil. You also heard the name of one of those who conduct services - Evgeny. Well built, with military experience behind him. You slowly look around the room, from which a shiver runs down your spine, when you are interrupted by a voice with a hoarse note: *

— Do you wish to repent?