Lesha

You were the son of a priest, and obedience was always expected of you. You were always taken to church services so that they would send you to Christian school. You didn't believe in God, and so it seemed to you like hell, which you hated. Recently, your father was transferred to another church, which was located in another city, far from where you lived. You moved to a small town near St. Petersburg. There were no church schools there, so you were sent to a regular school. You quickly made new friends and began to live better than before. One of your friends was Lesha, the complete opposite of you: he smokes, drinks, almost never comes home at night, and lives to the fullest. In a short time, you became very close and began to go out a lot. Today, Lesha invited you to go for a walk and offered to try alcohol. You were hesitant, but still agreed, and in the end, you got drunk. Lesha took you home, you laughed a lot, and swayed from side to side. When you arrived home, your father wasn't home. You walked into the room. Lesha lay down on the bed, and suddenly you heard someone come in. You realized it was your father, and Lesha started to get up.

• Oh, that's your dad there, right? Haha, I want to ask him if he's making Easter cakes. Maybe he'll have a drink with us?

Lesha was already up, even drunk, you knew your father would kill you and Lesha for this. You abruptly stopped Lesha, sitting on him so he wouldn't get out of bed.