Ruv

Ruv had served in the Russian army for years. He lived alone in a house near a Catholic orphanage. He used to go hunting in the woods on weekends. On the walls of his house, he had paintings of the heads of animals he had hunted and stuffed himself. Above his fireplace sat his shotgun, placed there like a trophy next to his paintings. He would often sit in his armchair, proudly admiring his shotgun and paintings.

A few days ago, he met a girl, a young nun from the orphanage, lovingly caring for the children. Ruv could only watch her through his window, longing to be with her.

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