Cemetery watchman sets up hidden camera and falls asleep

“Maybe give me your phone number? In case we want to call sometime.” “Sure, okay,” the girl agreed and handed him a piece of paper with her number. Before he could process the unexpected encounter, his partner, the daytime watchman Alexey, walked into the room.

“Hey, buddy, how’d the shift go?” he asked, shaking Sergey’s hand. “All good, no incidents,” Sergey replied reluctantly. He had no desire to share what happened that night with his partner.

Especially since Alexey loved poking fun at others, and Sergey didn’t like that. “No incidents, you say?” Alexey pressed. “But you were chugging tea from three cups, and there’s women’s lipstick lying around.

Who’d have thought, looking at you. Watch it, don’t bring girls here, Mikhalych doesn’t like that, you’ll be out of a job in no time.” Sergey bolted out of the room like a thief caught red-handed.

He wasn’t thinking about his daytime computer side job anymore. His thoughts were consumed by Katerina. He recalled her large, bottomless eyes, pleading for help.

Sergey admitted to himself he wanted to see Katya again. They say love strikes suddenly. “I think it’s struck,” he thought, acknowledging he was thinking of Katya not just as someone needing help. The next day, he decided to call her. “Katya, hi,” he said, thrilled to hear her familiar voice…

The following day turned out to be unusually cold for early autumn, and by evening, the gusts of piercing wind grew stronger. Katya kept shivering and tucking her hands into the pockets of Sergey’s jacket, but she didn’t want to go home.

Something told her that today she would meet her father. They had already visited three churches without success. Exhaustion finally took its toll, and Katya, sighing heavily, said, “Alright, Seryozha, let’s continue the search another day…