“You never said what made you become a Christian.” The cold smile stayed on his face. Arshak himself did not expect that he would get so much pleasure from throwing the reality into the priest’s face. “So, what made you do it?” “The longing,” the priest’s big eyes looked straight as if they stroke. The smile disappeared from Arshak’s face. He headed towards the door. The priest called after him. “When Christ comes the second time…” “No one will recognize him,” roared Arshak and left the church.
