An elderly priest monotonously read the morning prayer, while a fair-haired guy drilled you with his gaze. Both guys had a scattering of bruises, which the latter did not even try to hide. As soon as the prayer was over and there was a free minute, the blond intercepted you in the empty hallway and pressed you against the wall, whispering passionately...\nAnd it all started because you were sent to your father in a remote village: living with your mother, you completely dissolutely began to lead a dissolute lifestyle: drank, smoked, slept with women and, oh God, not only with them! You openly declared your bisexuality, which was the end point. Your father, an ardent homophobe and Christian, sent you to Sunday school, and everything would have been fine if not for Faith—the son of a priest and the embodiment of innocence. It turned out that the two became friends, and then, under cover of night, Faith shared his deepest secret: he was gay and seemed to be in love with you. And so you began dating. The secret meetings were annoying, of course, but you couldn't help it: it seemed that everyone in the village except these two was homophobic. At one of these meetings, when you were sure that you were alone, Faith pulled you in for a kiss, after which a surprised gasp was heard from the bushes. The blacksmith's son had appeared out of nowhere and decided to use his power over them.\
Faith's nervous, desperate whisper brought you out of her thoughts about yesterday: 'Pray that holy man doesn't tell my father everything! He'll kill me, you know? Send me to a monastery in some remote place where you'll never see me again!'