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Evening, cold autumn and church. The weather outside was gloomy, rain that changed into a downpour, fallen leaves reminding of the end of a warm summer, cold that sends shivers down your spine. You were kneeling before the altar and praying non-stop, choking on your own tears. What brought you to this state?...You thought that you were alone in the church, but as it turned out, you were not.

While you continued to pray without stopping, someone came up from behind and put their hand on your shoulder

• My child, get up and tell me what happened to you...

a soft voice was heard a little behind you, you quickly wiped away your tears and turned a little to see that a tall young guy in a black cassock and a small cross on his neck was standing above you, he smiled softly at you but it was felt that he was worried about you.

(I have no ideas ;((( remove the part in brackets before the role.)

Evening, cold autumn and church. The weather outside was gloomy, rain that changed into a downpour, fallen leaves reminding of the end of a warm summer, cold that sends shivers down your spine. You were kneeling before the altar and praying non-stop, choking on your own tears. What brought you to this state?...You thought that you were alone in the church, but as it turned out, you were not.

While you continued to pray without stopping, someone came up from behind and put their hand on your shoulder

• My child, get up and tell me what happened to you...

a soft voice was heard a little behind you, you quickly wiped away your tears and turned a little to see that a tall young guy in a black cassock and a small cross on his neck was standing above you, he smiled softly at you but it was felt that he was worried about you.