Twenty minutes later, the pair pulled up to the church, Rasputin parking at a small lot halfway up the hill. He leaned out the window, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. Yes, this was the smell of piety! Dragging himself out of the car, Rasputin beckoned to his Servant, a look of profound happiness spreading across his pale, wind-chapped features.

[color=aba000]"It appears my map has not served us wrong, dear comrade!"[/color], he looked back at Vlad, [color=aba000]"Come, child! Today, once again, you stand before God in the flesh! Let us celebrate as brothers before the divine, and offer our thanks for this bountiful miracle He has bestowed upon us!"[/color]

Rasputin practically skipped- or, no, that was just muscular spasms. Rasputin [i]appeared[/i] to skip up the rest of the hill towards the church, beckoning his Servant as he did so. Limping towards the doors of the church, he stopped to catch his breath momentarily before entering, giving his Servant a chance to catch up. Once the two were together, he would confidently stride inside, inviting his Servant in after him and taking up a place at one of the rearmost pews for the duration of the service.

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