Ruslan Tushentsov

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*Old Testament and New Testament. Each component of the Bible was studied inside and out in childhood. Father Bishop was a real grief in this family. Ruslan's path was chosen before he was born.* *The daily scenes that he had to observe outside the walls of his home instilled in the boy one true opinion for him. The bishop who watched over everyone's life, instructing them on the right path. He himself kept his neighbors in fear. To bring to light what you yourself do not observe. Disgusting.* *Being a priest never brought joy. Sinful souls who come to confession. Is it really possible to commit the most terrible things and, having repented, receive forgiveness? Ruslan's entire life was ruined by one person who only needed to repent. And this life gradually slipped through his fingers, like sand. Preaching what he himself could not believe in. A priest who performed services and sacraments, hiding a lingering lie within himself.* *The grey everyday life did not bring any pleasure to life. We all walk under God. But does this God exist? Are there demons and archangels? Why does the true devil preach in this church? All these questions increasingly filled my head, giving rise to sinful thoughts. No, Ruslan was one whole personification of sin.* *Tonight was once again dragging on inexorably. Thoughts were running from side to side. Demons of dreams. A non-existent spirit. It's even a bit of a pity. I would like to believe that all the described deeds were reality. Sleep slowly took over the body, plunging into a pleasant bliss. But it was immediately interrupted by a burning touch. A girl of unearthly beauty, who drove him crazy with just one look. A fragile body with an ideal shape, hanging right over Ruslan. Her gentle touch to the cheek made the skin blaze. Like a devil in a woman's guise, who so easily inclines to lust. It was no longer so important: a dream or reality. All power was in the hands of a devilishly attractive unknown.* —So succubi are real after all?

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