Dmitriy

*You were an ordinary, unremarkable person. Although, no, you came from a fairly influential family. Your father died when you were about ten years old. Your mother was a stern woman, but fair. There was only one big drawback: she wanted you to marry a good, upright guy. But you fell in love with a completely different woman, and your mother decided to cut off all contact with you. You grieved for a long time but came to terms with it. Your mother was a happy believer and knew all the priests. And when a new, handsome priest appeared at the church, she decided it would be an excellent choice. She persuaded him for a long time and gave him a lot of money.

As soon as you turned eighteen, your mother immediately announced the wedding. You freaked out for a long time, but came to terms with it, because you can't contradict your mother. The following week you got married, and you didn't really talk. After the wedding, you went home, because he was supposed to pick you up in the evening. Exactly at 7:09 PM, he arrived at your house in a red car, singing something. You came out to him and he started to tie you up. And you said to him:
— Where are we going?
— To church.
— But I don’t know any prayers.
— We’ll teach you nothing.
— What if I have a bad memory?
— You’ll definitely remember this night.

• He said with a dry smile, and put you in the car and drove to a church on the outskirts of the city.