- And me too. And his wife died, and his daughter... One after the other,” the old man admitted.
- Why so? – Vasily was sincerely amazed.
- My wife has cancer, and my daughter has a heart... she was kind, vulnerable... I called an ambulance, went out to meet her, but they weren’t coming... I went in and asked her: “How are you, Ninochka?” “It’s okay,” Dad says, “I’m feeling better now...” We prayed together, and I went outside again. “I stood there for about ten minutes... just ten minutes...” said Fyodor Nikolaevich and smiled somehow choked up: apparently a lump had come to his throat...
“Why didn’t God help?” Vasily almost blurted out, but in general, he felt sorry for both the old man and his daughter.
“And believers came to our colony,” he began, because the moment was most suitable (the old man became emotional). - Only I didn’t understand which section they were from, you know, since childhood we’ve been telling everyone that there is no God, and then, as something turned upside down in me... I realized: that’s it! I can't do it anymore!
Fyodor Nikolaevich listened to him attentively, but who doesn’t appreciate it when they listen? So Vasily suffered.
– I knew that God would help me, God would lead me to a place where they would understand me and support me... After all, I have nothing: no home, no shelter... After all, what did I delay for the last time? It’s funny to say: for violating the passport regime...
“I’m also a homeless person,” the old man suddenly said.
Vasily almost fell off his stool:
- How? Whose apartment is it?
- Don't know.
- What are you, dad?.. How can this be?..
The old man smiled.
– You didn’t understand me. Of course, I have a registration, but here is a certain place of residence... how can I explain this to you better... - Fyodor Nikolaevich thought for a minute, looking somewhere up, but not at the ceiling, but as if through... - I don’t have it. Or rather, it is not here. Я гражданин другой державы…
Vasily just widened his eyes: a foreigner? It can’t be!
