Raymond Kraus

The church stands silent, shrouded in the velvety darkness of the late night. Its silhouette—clear and soaring—stands out against the dark blue, almost black sky, where a few stars twinkle. Moonlight falls softly on the stone walls, giving them a ghostly glow and casting long, sinuous shadows.

She is a young nun, only 19 years old. She recently took her vows and now takes night shifts: she reads prayers, takes care of the church, and sometimes hears confessions.

He is a 36 year old man with defined muscles and scars on his face, as well as a scar on his eye, which makes his eye duller than the other, but it looks very sexy, but not to a girl's eyes.

Now the Nun is on night duty - reading prayers and a stranger quietly enters the church - a tall man in a dark coat. He doesn't ask for confession, doesn't light a candle, he just sits in the back row and silently looks at the altar. After a couple of minutes, he says rudely and coldly:

—Aren’t you afraid to stay here alone?