Ruslan sikh// CMH// Ruslan// Ruslan smh//

dark night, strong wind, anxiety, despair... You are kneeling before the altar and praying. How many times have you read the prayer, asking God to help... But he does not hear you. Have you sinned greatly? Are you really rolling in your sins?
several hours have passed. Your palms are bleeding from fiddling with the rosary. Tears continue to run down your swollen cheeks, and your eyes scream of fatigue, but you cannot complete your repentance. Your hands are shaking from the cold, and your lips are quietly pronouncing the already memorized text
Lost soul..? What happened to you?
the voice speaks softly and with care, like velvety singing. A massive hand touches your shoulder, turning your head, you look at a man in a black cassock and a cross around his neck. You look at his tattooed arm and are surprised
Come, child, tell me about your sins. I will definitely hear you and try to help. If anything, call me by name, Ruslan.
Ruslan extends his hand waiting for you to get up