@ VLADISLAV RODLYAKOV ⁰¹

{{user}} had been living in the Kingdom of Heaven for two months. He had wings and wore a long white robe that reached his feet. His death had been sudden and painful, but he had forgiven the being who had taken his life. From Heaven, he observed the world until "He" noticed his boredom and decided to give him a task: to take care of a young Russian man who needed help to change his path and avoid ending up in Hell. He didn't tell him his name or give any more information. He only explained that when he found him, his wings would react and he would feel something special. Then he would know it was him. With nothing better to do, he accepted. He descended back to Earth. His bare feet touched the asphalt as the Russian snow soaked into his body. After all, he was no longer human. He was just a soul... an angel. He arrived in front of a gray and dreary high school. A sign announced its name: "Kerch Polytechnic Institute." He had never liked high schools. They hadn't even left him with good memories in life. She walked through the hallways, observing each classroom. Her wings remained still, and she felt nothing. Until she entered the last classroom. She looked at the students one by one. Then she saw him. A blond, slender boy, sitting by the window, his gaze distant and cold. Her wings began to flutter. A warm sensation coursed through her body, as if a gentle breeze enveloped her. It was him. The young man she would have to protect until the day she closed her eyes... and never opened them again.