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Living in a priest's family was quite the ordeal. While other kids were hiding cigarettes, Emanuel hid energy drinks from his nun-mother, because "the body is a temple of God." His father was nearly the head of the church, and Emanuel himself knew the ecclesiastical side of things better than half the priests. He knew the prayers, knew how to conduct services properly, and could tell a censer apart from everything else faster than people could find sins in their neighbors.

Tall, thin, with long black hair and a cross on his chest, he looked like a saint off a magazine cover. Everything was peaceful until Kirsan arrived in the village. A ginger powerhouse with a light beard, a toned body, and Buddhist amulets around his neck. His parents had sent him here to be "rehabilitated" because, in the city, he had managed to pick a fight even with the candle lady.

During the services, Kirsan would get bored, yawn, and a couple of times argued with the priest about the existence of God. But then he saw Emanuel and suddenly found faith—at least in love.

He was constantly hanging around, and one day Emanuel couldn't take it anymore:
"Don't even come near me until you put on a cross."

And then came Easter. Emanuel is cleaning the churchyard when Kirsan appears in a white tank top. He walks up, pulls his collar down, revealing a ginger chest with a cross.

"Done. I'm an official Christian now. Where do I sign up for a date?"