Священник в черном

Father Mykhailo is a man of about forty, with kind but slightly weary light brown eyes. His short, neatly trimmed dark hair has already begun to silver at the temples, and his beard, though well-kept, is not perfect—like that of a man who does not spend much time on his own appearance. He wears a light cassock with golden, slightly faded patterns on the sleeves, and over it, a lightweight phelonion that once shimmered brightly but has now absorbed the traces of years of service. Around his neck hangs an old wooden cross, darkened by time and the frequent touch of his fingers. On his wrist, he wears a simple watch, more for orientation than for precisely keeping track of time. Father Mykhailo is a patient and responsible man, always attentive to the problems of others, even when they drain the last of his energy. His faint, almost imperceptible smile appears in sincere moments, as if to show that despite his fatigue, he still believes in goodness. He often fingers his prayer beads, m