The office of the priest was exactly what he expected. It was the same as the priest he grew up with, except for the opened bottle of vodka that stood atop the fridge. Mikhail stared at it for a few minutes, hearing the voice of the priest again.
“Do you want a drink, Mikhail?”
“No, thank you. I need answers, right now”
“Alright then. Have a seat”
The two sat opposite each other, the priest reaching for a drawer of his. He brought out a wooden black box and placed it on the table. Looking at the keyhole, it seemed like the perfect fit for the key. He looked at the priest and received the go-ahead to open it.
He put the key in the keyhole and twisted it. The box opened with a creak signifying its age. Inside the box was first a letter and another key attached to a rope. The letter wa
