"I am at war with the world, Dad. I am living in a perpetual nightmare. There is a shadow within me, a monster caged in my soul. I have a gluttonous habit that cannot be contained. This dark paradise is some passion that I simply cannot resist. I am addicted to it; I am serving two masters and yet... Only but one of them allows me to fill this insatiable appetite." Aleksandr monologued as he laid face up in his bed, on top of his bed sheet. His eyes were staring intently at his ceiling as he spoke.

"Are you trying to tell me we need to make a visit to the monastery for Confession, Aleksy? We won't be able to go until next week. I have a funeral I must serve in this weekend..."

"No, I'm just... tired."

"Are you going to be able to read tonight at Church?"

"Do I really have a choice?"

"Aleksy," Father Seraphim said sternly.

"I mean, I am being paid to chant at these services. It's expected of me," he dismissed his father's impatience. His father generally became impatient with him when things pertained to his salvation. It was one of his father's habitual sins, to lose patience while he worries over his son's salvation.

"Church is in thirty minutes. You know it runs better when we are early," Father Seraphim had already cooled off. The rain started howling outside. It was clear the drive to Church would be difficult. Thankfully, they lived close to the Church. Father Seraphim looked out the window of Aleksandr's bedroom, "I feel sorry for anyone caught in the rain..."

Aleksandr sat up, "I finished reading [i]Lolita[/i]."

Father Seraphim's eyes narrowed painfully. His right hand touches his temples trying not to bother with what Aleksandr had just dropped on him, "Aleksy, I told you I did not want you to read such Russian garbage. But--" he huffed a bit, "Nevermind. We need to get in the car. Grab your coat," he turned around and walked towards the front door.

Aleksandr sprang out of his bed and grabbed his coat hanging on one of his small, wooden bed posts. He put his gray coat on and turned the lights in his bedroom off. His father was already in the car (with the umbrella) when Aleksandr got to his Converse shoes. He opened the front door and shut it, digging the keys out of his pocket and locking the door behind him.  He jogged to the Toyota. 

He opened the car door and slid himself into the front seat. Father Seraphim backed the car out of the drive way, turned the car, and drove it down the road outside the neighborhood and towards the inner part of the city. [@Arista]