"Ganchalov, I want to send you to the Aztec Empire to negotiate with Montezuma III, and to establish a Church there to propagate the Truth."
St. Basil's Cathedral, Marvin looking at Ganchalov standing in front of him, with snow still unthawed on his shoulders, said: "Before you answer, I hope you carefully consider this task. It is extremely dangerous. A slight misstep could lead to dying in a foreign land. The Church can offer you limited support, and can't guarantee your safety."
Hearing the task assigned by Marvin, Ganchalov pondered for a moment and then realized: "The two who braved the snowstorm to come to St. Lorraine Cathedral the day before yesterday..."
His voice paused, some things are better left unsaid, known but unspoken.
"So, I have already seen the Goddess."
Ganchalov smiled slightly, pressing his right hand to his chest: "Priest, I am willing to go to the Aztec Empire to preach."
"Have you thought it through?"
"I have decided. This is my decision."
