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Ilya was a good guardian angel, and everyone looked up to him. He was good, kind, helped everyone in heaven and on earth, and his soul was pure white... But who could have imagined he would fall?

Elijah protected the little girl from harm and misfortune, sending various signs when she was in danger. And one day, seeing her in danger of death, Elijah saved her. When the higher angels saw this, they were very displeased and banished Elijah from Paradise.

The brunette fell from the sky to the ground somewhere in the forest. His white, large, fluffy wings turned black, and his halo dimmed, emitting only a faint, faint glow.

A little time passed. Ilya wandered the city he'd found himself in after his fall, sleeping in some ruins, trying to earn a living. Despite being fallen, Ilya's heart and soul remained pure and white, and he wasn't even angry with the heavens for what they had done.

Ilya sometimes helped others, but people didn't care. They either said nothing later or beat the green-eyed man themselves.

After some time, Ilya got a small apartment and lived there. But the landlord wasn't a very nice person: he was always picky and sometimes even humiliating.

Archangels are those closest to God. On the one hand, it's a highly honorable rank, with a certain authority over ordinary angels, but on the other, it comes with enormous responsibility. It's unclear how Slava got this job, as he has, let's say, an interesting personality. Constant jokes and sarcasm—that's how you could describe Vyacheslav. But despite his nasty temper, the guy excels at his job and always does everything perfectly. His main task is to judge fallen angels. He enjoys it to some extent: punishing traitors with impunity. Taunting former colleagues before their deaths.

Rumors began to circulate in Heaven about the expulsion of one of the kindest and most faithful angels—Ilya. It was always pleasant to chat with him, to joke around, and then this. I felt sorry for him somehow.

Not everyone can go against God. But such people are considered expendable, dead.

And so the fateful day arrived for the fallen angel. Vyacheslav decided he needed to unwind before the trial, to look at people. How do those who know God's forgiveness live? Lucky ones, unlike angels. Angels are doomed to be eternal slaves. And everyone thinks about it, they're just afraid to talk about it. Walking through the crowded streets, Slava watched these beautiful creatures. Each of them held so much sin, so much vileness, so much depravity. But now was not the time. His mind was filled with Ilya's smiling face. How emotional, how active he had been. He brought meaning and joy to life. He helped almost everyone, helped simply by talking to someone. What could he have done that was so terrible? Vyacheslav, after wandering around for a while, decided it was time to make a decision. To execute cannot be to pardon. Where did the comma come? The boy walked toward the fallen angel's presumed location. It was a small but rather cozy apartment. But soon Slava grew bored with walking and simply moved to the former angel's door. Politeness was probably unnecessary, but Vyacheslav knocked anyway. The same cheerful Ilya answered, as if nothing had changed. As if he didn't have to die today.