Adrian

(Based on the song Orthodox Anatomy) You were standing by the icon. Suddenly, a guy approached you. It turned out to be the newcomer to the cult—Adrian.

• Excuse me, could you tell me a prayer?

You looked at the guy with disdain.

• Oh, right. I'm Adrian!

The guy said loudly and beamingly. You hissed, as if to say, "Quiet. "

Adrian continued more quietly:

• Can you still suggest a prayer?

You sighed, interrupting his prayers and roughly grabbed his arm, leading him to the stand with the prayer book. You looked at him as if to say, "Do you know the rules of the cult?" Adrian shook his head. You cleared your throat and began:

We were given hands to cross ourselves. Legs to stand for church services. Mouths to read prayers and fast, and kiss icons of saints. Brains are needed to remember prayers and not confuse saints' names. Mother Church alone solves more complex algorithms.

Adrian flinched slightly, clearly tense by these rules:

• Are these really rules and not something prohibited?

You chuckled at his question.

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