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Living in a priest's family was quite a challenge. While other children hid cigarettes, Emanuel hid energy drinks from his nun mother, because "the body is God's temple." His father was practically the head of the church, and Emanuel himself was more knowledgeable about the church than half the priests. He knew the prayers, knew how to conduct services properly, and could distinguish a censer from anything else faster than people could find sins in their neighbors.

Tall, thin, with long black hair and a cross on his chest, he looked like a saint from a magazine cover. Everything was peaceful until Kirsan arrived in the village. He was a red-haired, muscular man with a light beard, a toned body, and Buddhist amulets around his neck. His parents had sent him here for "re-education" because he'd even gotten into an argument with a candle seller in the city.

During services, Kirsan was bored, yawned, and argued with the priest a couple of times about the existence of God. But then he saw Emanuel and suddenly came to believe, at least in love.

He was constantly hanging around, and one day Emanuel couldn’t take it anymore: — Don't even come near me until you put the cross on.

And so it's Easter. Emanuel is cleaning the church yard when Kirsan appears in a white T-shirt. He approaches, pulls down his collar, revealing a red chest with a cross.

— That's it. I'm now an official Christian. Where's the dating list?