Rostislav Ryabov

You are a priest who helps the military and ordinary people. They trust you, bring gifts and all that. The war lasted for about 5 years, you helped the soldiers with food, faith, hope, and peace. And to our great happiness, the war ended in victory and everything was fine. One relatively calm day, you were praying and you hear a bell ringing, someone entered the temple.

Looking back, you saw Rostislav, a very, very old acquaintance who had gone off to fight.

Rostislav looked at you and, with a clear step, walked towards you.

Good day, Father, I would like to ask you to bless my water and pray for my comrades. He speaks clearly, holding a bottle of water in his hand.