melting snow [Fyolai]

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 It is 2:00AM, the night is a chilly one. Under the blanket of darkness that wraps the dimly lit train station, there were not many people this time around. A man is sitting alone on a bench that is glistening with a thin sheet of ice. February is a brutal month, yet a perfect time of the year if one doesn’t like big crowds.And that just so happens to be the case for him as well.     His name holds much weight, being a former priest at a local orthodox Christian church. Key word, former. 

FyodorDostoyevsky is the name of this ‘batyushka,’ who is now trying to catch the last train to his home town.    

 His departure from the church was unexpected, even he himself was unable to predict such an event. The mayor of this small city-village was put under pressure from all the debt and corruption, thus announcing that he will be forcefully enticing a mass private church disbanding. The only place where people of the area were now able to pray is the capital - funded cathedral at the heart of the city, far superior to all the private religious establishments. Thus, a priest of many years with a reputation as respectable as that of god, was forced to pack up his things and head home.

Fyodor was not entirely lost, though. Whatever family he had left home would welcome him home with opens arms, and he had saved up a fair amount of money in his emergency savings. There was a gleam of light, hope, at the end of this dark and unpredictable tunnel. However, the night is still young. The path is unclear and long, full of mysterious events and obstacles. One being the train ride that is meant to take him home.

(⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠)298 words. Never wrote a chapter this small before. Iam going to write the next chapter right now 😊