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The moonlight almost did not penetrate through the narrow lancet windows of the medieval Bohemian church. Small candles dimly lit old frescoes depicting Saints. The church was quiet and deserted. Only an old priest was dozing over his book. Almost noiselessly the door opened, letting in an icy wind. The young man lingered in the doorway, as if thinking of his next move, and then closed the door and went along the aisle straight to the altar. Snowflakes sparkled in his blond hair and melted, leaving wet stains on his white coat. In his hand, he carried a long canvas package. The sound of his footsteps echoed from the stonewalls. The man knelt before the altar, put the package in front of him and unfolded the cloth. Ancient sword with engraved words glistened in the candlelight. The young man folded his hands, bowed his head to the side and looked at the image of the crucified Christ.

“So here I came to you,” he said in English with a slight German accent. His voice was quiet. “You know, this time I did everything I could.” He fell silent, thinking of something, but then spoke again. “I want to ask you only one thing – take care of them.”